Jack Merrick used to be a loser.
He used to have a life that actively hurt him, that brought him no joy, and a lot of pain. This is why when he was no longer a loser, the power he gained began to corrupt him. The evil voice in the back of his mind began to assert itself and in the punishment of both his old tormentor and his unprofessional teacher, it had dominated his actions. Deep in his thoughts, Jack knew that this evil voice would assert itself more and more and he didn’t know if he could resist it.
After losing his virginity, spending his seed deep in his teacher’s ass, Jack felt raw power course through his veins. He was a king now, possibly even a god.
“Have you accepted God’s love?”
Jack stopped in mid-stride. He had been relishing in the afterglow of his ill-gotten sexual escapade when the bible-pusher shoved the leaflet under his nose. Though Jack had nothing against Christians in general, he disliked the aggressive ones who camped outside his high school to ambush the little atheists as they tried to get home. More to the point, Evil Jack really disliked them.
Looking up, he scanned the particular bible-pusher. She was young, no older than 20, probably some college student the church sent during her break. She was dressed in her Sunday dress. He could only guess that she might be pretty underneath. Her face was cute enough and she had long brown hair done in a ponytail.
He delved into her mind. She was really 25, married, and had only had sex one time with her husband on their wedding night, missionary position. She did not love him, but the marriage had pleased her mother and supposedly God. Her ponytail and face often made her seem younger than she really was and Jack had been staring too long.
He was nearly finished with his reading when he spotted something in the deep subconscious. Noticing it, he smiled and hatched an idea in the darker side of his mind. He erased the growing uneasiness and replaced it with a knowledge that Jack knew amazing things about divinity and that she really wanted to follow him to learn more.
Giddy as a schoolgirl, the bible-pusher, whose name was Janet, followed Jack as he traveled towards the buses. Her happy and innocent tailing pulled on Jack’s heartstrings slightly, but his recent power surge and megalomania blocked him from doing anything about it. Besides, he thought, what he was going to do would be beneficial in the end.
Arriving at the buses, Evil Jack spotted the second mark of his plan, Gloria Moran. Gloria Moran was to the girls what Curtis Miller had been to the boys. She was the popular president of the student government and had arrived at that position by torturing those girls who didn’t dress up to her standards or whose personalities were too out-of-synch with hers. She was essentially a bitch’s bitch and she would pay for it. Evil Jack grinned as he approached her, Janet trailing behind like the lost innocent she was.
Gloria was also that type of beautiful that made one both lust and hate. She had big blonde hair that fell like a wig over a blemish-less face that was always fixed in a sneer of arrogance. As for her dress, its pink hues both blinded and insulted the senses. It was shaped to give the impression that its wearer was modest, but hugged tight enough to advertise her curves, which to her credit, she had.
“Hello Gloria,” he said as he approached her clique. “We were discussing Christ’s love. Would you like to join us?”
Gloria, was a lip-service Christian, one who maintained a deep spirituality in public that required no actual spirituality when the eyes were off. The trap would not of usually snared her, but it gave a plausible reason for her departure as he gave her mind the direction that following him would be a really good idea.
Marching to the gym with the two eager women trailing him, Jack’s feeling of omnipotence was stronger than ever. His tasting of Christi had been nice, his humiliation of Curtis satisfying, and his conquering of Ms. Thompson entertaining, but this was different. This was an unprovoked act of pure dominance and Jack wondered if he would pay for it.
Opening the door with the key he had “borrowed” from the janitor, he let his two victims into the empty gym. The floor was mostly dark, but a little light came from the sparse windows and the roof skylight. Evil Jack felt at home and began to unleash his plan.
“The greatest commandment given by the Lord is to love our neighbors,” he began, “I think we should do that.”
“What are you talking about and why are we in this stupid gym,” yelled Gloria. “If you’re thinking of any funny business, I’ll have you know my father’s a lawyer and he’ll destroy you faster than you can bl-“
Jack disconnected her vocal chords from her conscious mind and reading the exhausting list of protests in her thoughts, took joy in replacing every third word with “sex”. He then quadrupled her libido and began to pulse the nerves to her clitoris gently. He paused for a moment, biting his lip in thought, and then released a rush of endorphins and estrogen, causing her to become extremely sexually aroused.
Gloria bucked to the sudden feelings and her hand absent-mindedly fell to her lap and began to root underneath. Her dress hid a good view from Jack but he was pretty sure they had gone to work without pushing aside any panties.
“In the name of Mary, mother of Christ, what are you doing young lady,” screamed Janet in the sight of the popular bitch touching herself.