行尸走肉第3季

A stab of light jarred Ryan out of a dream. In the dream, he had a stranglehold on the sniveling Gregory. His muscles were flexing, his heart was racing, and all he could hear were whimpers out of the little pipsqueak. Then someone shone a flashlight in his eye.

He looked around the room. No flashlight, just rays of light that streamed through his window.

Too bad Gregory could've been a goner.

'Oh well, there's always this afternoon,' he thought, grinning.

Though warm under the covers, he knew the day awaited him. A perfect day for revenge.

"A good plan for revenge always starts out with stretching."

Flexing his arms, Ryan pulled one wrist in front of his chest, grabbed the elbow, and stretched his other arm.

"Perfect. My arms are ready to do a little mental slapping."

Now toe touches. First one, then bending to the other. He chimed, "A slow stretch will guarantee success!"

Now pushups. Thinking of his chest like a snare, Ryan envisioned a poor little bunny hopping around, looking for food. Unsuspecting until. . . snap!

'Mila won't know what hit her.' He thought, grinning as sweat poured down his brow.

Planks. Everyone makes fun of planks, but Ryan could relate to planks.

People find them hard and their ability to last more than a minute doing them is questionable.

Ryan looked at himself in the mirror, a chiseled beast. A warrior.

No one can equal the fine chiseled cut of this beautiful face. He turned to the side view. Maybe there was something he could improve on.

Nope.

He turned to the other side. Maybe he was mistaken?

Nope.

"Let's say it together," Ryan spoke to himself as he looked in the mirror, "I'm a god."

Now that the preparation was complete, it was time to move on to the bothersome aspects of this plan, Mila.

Today was the day she was going to have all the crap she dealt smacked right back in her face.

She was going to feel every ounce of humiliation that he felt. It would be like pulling out her nails one by one. But mentally, of course.

She was going to feel like someone had taken a razor and shaved off her beautiful lock one slow strip at a time and then poured salt on each of the marks left by the razor. But of course, mentally.

Ryan wasn't going to leave any bruises, cuts, or breaks. He was going to take away the most important thing from Mila, her status.

Her adoring fans were going to leave one by one. Her time of ruling the masses would be over, soon. Very, very soon.

Ryan clutched his fists. His veins bulged out of his arms. He threw back his head and laughed. "This is going to be great."

Now. Time for my armor.

First, his helmet. He took out one of his most prized possessions, his comb.

Whisking it gently, ever so gently, through his prized hair, he became entranced at the gentle wave of the raven locks. Like a nimble cat, like a strong raven, sweet, like black licorice, his helmet was complete.

Now, his breastplate. A skintight shirt with a couple of buttons undone. "Let the ladies look. They won't be able to resist my gleaming pecs."

Moving on to his special scent, his cologne. "Eh, never mind." He shrugged, "My natural masculine scent will bring them like bees to the hive."

Now, countering the tight look on top, he decided to wear slouchy pants for the bottom. Tightening his belt, he made sure his pants wrinkled in such a way that his manhood was the central focus for the ladies.

The shoes. Of course, it had to be the Romeo slip-ins. The casual yet sexy look that the woman could not resist.

Although Ryan was not going after all the women today, he was going after one woman. His main target. His tool for revenge. He was going after Abby.

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Sauntering down the sidewalk, Ryan began gathering his power. He was going to need all of his strength and sexual energy to pull off today's grand event.

It was purely by accident that just two days ago, while he was walking past the open door in the administration building that he heard two campus administrators talking about an auction.

He hadn't been paying much attention until he dropped his pen on the floor and was bending down to pick it up when one lady said, "I hope for a lot of money this year." Ryan pretended to tie his shoe as other people walked by in the hallway. 'What are they talking about?'

The other lady giggled. "Only ten get to enjoy the enhancers for the evening. I wonder how much they will bid."

"Unbelievable," Ryan said. He and the other nine guys are going to be auctioned off.

Who are they kidding? Was he prime meat? Cattle? Sheer entertainment?

He was worth more than that.

He was worth, well, at least a new Armani suit. Catching a glance at himself in the glass partition, he posed.

This was going to be too easy. What were they raising funds for, a new building? A new campus? He brushed his hair back. Yep. He could give them a new campus.

"You ladies deserve all that and more," he said, swiveling his hips and thrusting them towards the two, "I got a big bid coming your way!"

Both ladies suddenly turned. Winking, he blew them a kiss.

Leaving the red faces behind and knowing they were actually looking at his behind, he sauntered away. Just then, a sinister plan started to form.

'OK, back to today's event,' Ryan thought as he continued to gather his energy. He began to finalize his sinister plan. It was going to be a perfect plan, a plan of revenge.

Glancing towards the crowds of women, Ryan saw Abby's long red locks beckoning him, no, begging him to take them and make them his own.

He started slowly, emitting his aura delicately through the crowd.

He wound his way in and out, making sure his aura was having an effect.

His aura swirled around, gathering as he walked, touching all the private parts of each girl, making them tingle inside. The girls began murmuring, looking around, casting their glances. Wiping their sweat off their brows, they shifted their bras, pulling back their shoulders. 'Perfect.'

Slight sexual agitation was exactly what he was going for.

Starting to heat things up, he began whispering things just slowly enough that they would reach the girl's ears.

"Nice hips"

"Love the hair"

"Looking good"

"Mmm mmm mmm"

"Nice ass"

"Would like some of that"

Most of this was under his breath, but it made many girls turn and look at each other.

Giving him a sideways glance and a little grin, each girl knew that they heard a unique compliment given by him.

As he was near Abby's group of friends, he turned up his aura.

The girls started playing more with their hair, pulling it off their necks and wiping their brows. Clearing their throats and unbuttoning buttons, they tried accentuating their cleavage.

As he neared Abby, he pretended to trip. He grabbed her around the shoulders, accidentally touching her breasts. Pressing himself against her, he let off his full aura. He felt her shudder and backed away quickly, shutting down his aura. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you OK? Is everyone OK here? Did I hurt you? My name is Anthony. And please excuse me, ladies, if you are OK. I need to head inside."

Abby just stared at him, almost panting. The gleam in her eye was piercing, direct. He knew it worked. She was hooked. She was his.