It had been weeks since a pair of idiots had taken Fen for another person and caused their downfall. She couldn't stop thinking on how well had felt feeling blood on her hands again. She truly didn't want to be that person, but after years dormant, the compulsion was there again. It would be better to follow her daughter's advice and blow some steam by fucking somebody. It would be a distraction at the least.

Sitting on her bed Fen was staring at her closet. In there, in a box, were still her old latex mask and collar. So many memories, good and bad, were linked to that mask. While wearing it she had sex for the first time, with her then boyfriend, and later husband. She got pregnant while wearing it. In no way she would break her promise of using violence only as a last resort, but if the moment came she wanted to be ready.

Lost in her thoughts she didn't hear the footsteps coming from the corridor. Suddenly a bottle of something that smelled like chloroform crashed and broke on the floor. She got up and turned around, to see a man, whose face was covered by a ski mask. His tight sweater hinted the muscles underneath. He quickly closed the door. She ran towards it but the vapors did their effect in not time. The bedroom started to spin around her and she soon lost conciousness.

When she woke up she was tied to a chair, in the living room, kneeling on the seat. Her ankles and wrists were tied to the frontal part of the armrests, and her neck to the upper part of the backrest. A cloth filled her mouth with a short length of rope keeping it in place.

The assaultant hadn't stripped her naked and she still had her pijama on, suggesting that rape was not the objective. Looking around she didn't see broken things or in disarray, so it wasn't a theft either. Her posture was humilliating but relatively comfortable, so maybe he didn't want to hurt her. In all she couldn't guess what was going on.

-You are awake.- He said from behing her. He had removed his mask but she couldn't see it.- I promise you that if you don't scream I won't hurt you. I'm going to explain you why I'm here and then I will answer your questions if you have any. Agreed?- She nodded and he emptied her mouth.

-Do I know you? Is this personal?- She was more worried about endangering her daughter than her own health. She would come on Saturday in a couple of nights, and Fen wouldn't want the assaultant to be still there.

-Yes and yes. We met around twenty one years ago. Or twenty two? Holy fuck, I'm getting old. Anyways! We met in your parents' store.- Interestingly he sounded more sad than angry or menacing.

-Did we?

-See, my family also had a business in the same area. A band attacked us several times when I was in highschool. They acted as if they were the kings of the neighborhood, doing whatever they wanted. The only way I found to make them leave us in peace was joining them. As a member of the band I could make some money and my people would be protected. I'm not saying that I'm innocent. I'm not. I'm just exposing my perspective.

-Understood.

-I started to do the same they were doing. Drug dealing, theft, fighting... Small crimes, you know. One day, like a couple of years after joining the band, I was trying to rob a store when suddenly a skinny girl appeared out of nowhere and attacked me. I tried to run but she kept coming. She beat me so hard that when the police arrived I was lying on the pavement unable to move.

-That...- The story sounded familiar.

-In prison everybody made fun of me because a girl had beaten me. The other immates made my life miserable and the guards didn't care. I had to learn to fight and become stronger. As I was getting in fights constantly, even if they were self defense, the judge kept lengthening my sentence.

-That's terrible.- Fen felt really sorry for him.

-Curiously another young girl dressed with a white mask started to beat my old collegues, among others, and helping the police catching... Well, what remained of the criminals after she had dealt with them.- Fen gulped.- I don't know if it was the same girl, or an imitator, or whatever.

-Did you find out?

-I didn't care. I don't have issues with that white dragon gal, I had my own nemesis to care about. I was so angry. With her, with the world, with the prison guards, with myself... If the white dragon had appeared just a couple of years earlier, she would have protected my family and I wouldn't have joined a band. If I hadn't tried to rob that store, I wouldn't have gone to jail. Have you read about chaos theory?

-I have.- Fen laughed in her inside.

-My family didn't talk to me. Twenty years in prison. Alone with my anger. Plotting my revenge. But against whom? Against that girl who attacked me because she was defending her neighbors? Defending them against me, because I was the bad guy there.- He made a pause.- You have a great ass.- He grabbed her buttock and squeezed softly. With a finger he rubbed gently her labia that were oultlined through the fabric of the pijama. As she liked bondage, and had done it so many times with her husband, her crotch area was emitting more heat that would be appropriate in the situation.

-Stop, please.- He kept rubbing her nethers with the tip of his finger a few seconds and then stopped and walked to her front.

-I'm Morgan. You are Fen, right? My nemesis.- She could finally see his face. He had many scars of several sizes and his nose seemed like it had been broken and hadn't healed well. He had had a tough life.- Glad to meet you.- With a sad smile on his face he bent down and kissed her once on each cheek as if somebody had just introduced them.- Do you have any question?

-Are you going to release me?

-It would be a shame. You look very hot and fuckable in there. And I think that you are enjoying it.- He grinned.- But yes, I will put a knife on your hand and leave before you beat me up again.

-So that's your revenge?

-I've humilliated you and made you feel vulnerable. Like you did to me. According to the pictures around you have a husband and a daughter, and I don't want to upset them. Nor I want them to hurt me of course. She's pretty, by the way. Like you.- He did as told and she released herself cutting the ropes. He waited leaning against a wall, ready to defend himself if he had to.

-We have leftovers from dinner. Do you want some?- He wasn't specting that, but he was hungry, so he accepted. While the food heated in the microwave she stood there in silence.- What will you do now?- She asked after he started to eat.

-I don't know. Look for a job, I guess. Maybe I should go visit my parents, but I don't know if they want to see me.- He shrugged his shoulders and kept eating.

-You know, not long ago a person broke in my house, tied me to a chair and told me a super sad story. I'm a poor, defenseless housewife and I could use some protection. Maybe a strong man with many years of prison.- Deeply confused he pondered her offer.

-I don't know if you are kidding...

-Hey, you mentioned chaos theory!- She was taking a risk there.- Maybe you and I can end the cicle of violence. Forgive and ask forgiveness. Heal the wounds. What are the chances?