It began innocently enough. Amy, with her irresistible charm and captivating eyes, slipped into your life. Her beauty, sweetness, and seemingly genuine nature made it easy to trust her. But something about her was almost too perfect. The scent of her vanilla perfume lingered in your senses as she laughed at your jokes a little too readily. That's when Brad entered.

Brad. Arrogant and smug, a man who could smile in your face while secretly pulling the strings behind the scenes. The sound of his expensive leather shoes clicking on your marble floor still echoes in your memory. Amy, once an innocent player in his game, would soon learn just how deep her involvement truly went.

The affair was hurtful, but the betrayal ran deeper. The final straw? Amy trying to steal your Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut in the dead of night. The cold metal of the car keys bit into her palm as you caught her in the act. Then Brad barged in, mocking you in your own home. He knocked you down, the taste of blood in your mouth as he tried to escape with Amy, but you fought back, quickly tying them both up.

Amy pleaded, "Let us go. Please, just let us be happy. If you care about me, you can let us go. Don't hate me."

Brad sneered, "Going to call the cops? How will you do that?"

You didn't call the police. This wasn't about the law. Amy had betrayed you in unimaginable ways, and Brad thought he was untouchable. You needed something that would destroy their pride and dignity. Originally, you hadn't planned on this, but their arrogance pushed you past the breaking point.

You called Madame Quinn. The Devereux Institute wasn't just a name—it was legendary. Madame Quinn knew that true justice meant reshaping the guilty, making them feel the weight of their actions in ways the law couldn't.

You paid $380,000 for the most inescapable training available, sending Amy and Brad there.

Amy immediately felt something was wrong. The luxury, the hushed whispers, the silk sheets—it all felt like a trap. Even as Brad sneered, the process of breaking them began. Their spirits were tested, their very essence stretched to its limits.

"You can't do this! Please, make it stop! Stop them!"

Amy lost the woman she once was. The manipulative persona she had built faded into a shadow. Brad's cocky arrogance shattered, leaving him begging for mercy.

For a month, they endured challenges that stripped them of everything they once knew. By the end, Amy was no longer the woman who schemed. Brad, once untouchable, was reduced to a hollow shell, pleading for forgiveness.

A month later, you returned. Madame Quinn greeted you with a knowing smile. Amy and Brad were no longer who they had been. Their personalities, desires, and identities had been erased.

In the viewing room, you watched them being brought before you. Amy, pale and trembling, couldn't meet your eyes. Brad, broken, couldn't even look at you. They had paid the price, but this wasn't the end. This wasn't just about teaching them a lesson. It was a message, a cold reminder that no one would dare cross you again.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold," came the steady voice. As the remnants of their pride and identity crumbled, it was clear that this punishment had been perfect. And it would echo through their lives forever.