Nasty by Dr. Xyz Page B

throughout the crowd. Wearing a provocative French maid outfit, with her hair stylishly pinned up, it was Nicola’s job to serve drinks.
    She spiked the Martins’ drinks with the same valium they forced her to take to make her more cooperative during filming. She knew from reading through the Martins’ medical encyclopedia that alcohol and valium could induce a dangerous coma.
    Nicola smiled as she watched her adoptive parents pour the cocktails she’d created for them down their evil throats. By party’s end, when the last guest departed, the Martins both collapsed at the kitchen table. Hezekiah still had a half-full glass of Scotch in his hand. When Nicola’s potion took full effect, they were both in a deep sleep.
    Ready to execute her plan, Nicola, nervous and afraid they’d awaken before the deed was done, closed all the windows. She placed candles, hoarded for months, all around the kitchen, placing them strategically around the sleeping couple. The Martins often used them in the video scenes to create a relaxed mood.
    When she ignited the candles, she looked at the evil duo, both sleeping and snoring peacefully, unaware of their fate. She smiled and had to agree, candlelight did have the effect of chasing away the fear and anxiety that gripped her inside. In its place was a keen sense of justice.
    Nicola turned all the knobs of the old-fashioned stove on full blast. Escaping from the top of the stove and the oven, gas rapidly diffused throughout the house. Satisfied, she lifted her pet ferret out of its pen. Carrying the animal with her, stroking its black fur, she walked out the house and slammed the door behind her, forever shutting out the life she had led there.
    She found a spot not far from the house where she could view the event and fell asleep. A loud explosion awakened her. As the only home she knew disappeared in the belly of the redhot inferno, Nicola felt true peace. Her hellish nightmare was over. For the rest of her life, the sight of flames would always calm her.
    Investigation of the fire revealed that the deceased were the leaders of a sophisticated child porno ring. They confiscated videos starring Nicola. Evidence helped to successfully prosecute several members. Luckily, a fire inspector’s report listed the official cause of the fire as a gas leak. The insurance company placed a quarter of a million dollars in a trust fund for Nicola.
    Immediately after the fire, she was admitted to a regional hospital for observation. Nicola remembered how doctors examined her and tried to coax memories about her time with theMartins; none would surface. After a short stay in the hospital, authorities placed her in a group home in the Bronx. At eighteen, she was considered an adult and discharged from social services.
    Nicola used the insurance money from the fire to purchase a tiny studio in Harlem and to support herself through college. Now that she understood the complete story, knowing that she was indeed the arsonist responsible for the Martins’ death, Nicola felt no remorse.
    She realized now, the experiences in her childhood had damaged her emotionally. All through high school and her first years at the university, she had never even had a close friend. Never responded to a single boy or man who approached her. Even the decent ones. She had never dated. That is, until she had met Harrison.
    Ain’t that a bitch,
thought Nicola.
All that fucked-up life, and the first man that I turn to wasn’t a man at all!
    The pain and hurt were too much to bear. Nicola threw her head back and emptied the bottle. Totally out of it now, she and the empty bottle wandered down the hall. Somehow, she made it down the stairs into her bedroom. Forgetting to turn the light on, she walked smack into the pole she had used to entertain her ex-husband.
    Rubbing her head, she yelled out as if the house was full of people, “OH SHIT! WHO THE FUCK PUT THAT THERE? OH, THAT’S RIGHT! I DID! I DID IT TO ENTERTAIN THAT