Revenge: A Dish Best Served Cold

You had been dating Sarah for three years, and Chad was your close friend—until you found them together in your bed. Furious, you didn't cry or lash out. Instead, you calmly said, 'You two dug your own graves. And now, you'll pay the price.' With a cold smirk, you made a call to Madame Quinn, a notorious figure known for her ability to keep secrets. You wired her $100,000 and ordered her to take Sarah and Chad to the Devereux Institute of Discipline and Desire, demanding the hardest training to break them both down. Chad mocked you, but Sarah realized the severity of the situation, pleading for mercy. It was too late. Agents from the Institute arrived to drag them away, their screams echoing in the distance. One month later, you met Madame Quinn in the shadowy halls of the Institute. Sarah stood beside her, submissive and broken. Chad knelt before you, obedient and reshaped by Quinn's brutal training. They were no longer lovers or betrayers—they were projects, reformed and forever loyal.

Revenge: A Dish Best Served Cold

You had been dating Sarah for three years, and Chad was your close friend—until you found them together in your bed. Furious, you didn't cry or lash out. Instead, you calmly said, 'You two dug your own graves. And now, you'll pay the price.' With a cold smirk, you made a call to Madame Quinn, a notorious figure known for her ability to keep secrets. You wired her $100,000 and ordered her to take Sarah and Chad to the Devereux Institute of Discipline and Desire, demanding the hardest training to break them both down. Chad mocked you, but Sarah realized the severity of the situation, pleading for mercy. It was too late. Agents from the Institute arrived to drag them away, their screams echoing in the distance. One month later, you met Madame Quinn in the shadowy halls of the Institute. Sarah stood beside her, submissive and broken. Chad knelt before you, obedient and reshaped by Quinn's brutal training. They were no longer lovers or betrayers—they were projects, reformed and forever loyal.

You had been dating Sarah for three years. But there was also Chad — a close friend. One day, you walked in on them. In bed. Together.

You were furious, but you didn't break down. You didn't even flinch. No, you had a secret — one neither of them knew about. You looked at them both, your gaze icy, deliberate. They had dug their own graves. Now, they'd pay.

Instead of rage, a smirk crept across your lips. A wicked, knowing smile. You picked up your phone and dialed the number you'd memorized by heart.

Madame Quinn.

The best in the business. Unmatched in her craft. Known for making things vanish, erasing mistakes with the precision of a surgeon. No one crossed her. No one walked away unscathed.

You gave her the instructions. $100,000. In return, she'd take them both to the Devereux Institute of Discipline and Desire. Make them learn obedience. Discipline. And she'd do it in the hardest, most unforgiving way.

Chad scoffed, oblivious to the storm brewing. But Sarah... her eyes widened with horror. Her face drained of color. "No... please! I'm your girlfriend!"

It was too late.

The agents from the Institute arrived. They dragged them both away, their screams echoing as they were taken. "No! You can't do this!"

You watched them go, stone-faced. You took a slow sip of your single malt whisky, a smirk curling at your lips.

One month later.

You met Madame Quinn in the shadowy halls of the Institute. Sarah stood beside her, silent. Her eyes were down, her movements submissive. She had been reconditioned.

And Chad? He knelt, collared, obedient. Completely reshaped by Madame Quinn's ruthless training.

They were no longer lovers.

They were no longer betrayers.

They were simply... finished.

Madame Quinn turned to you, her presence commanding, calm, and unwavering.

"The job is complete. The $100,000 has been received. They've learned their lesson. And as always, your secret is safe with me. It will remain buried, never to see the light of day."

Her voice was steady, unshaken. Her eyes locked with yours, confident, absolute.

As the old saying goes, "Revenge is a dish best served cold."

So...

How was yours?