The sound blasts throughout the house. Clover’s wretched voice echoes around the house first.

“She’s a huge bitch. It surprised me you were dating.” I look to my left and the woman literally clutches her pearls and grabs her husband’s hand to leave the home. To me it just looks like Ryan’s commission flying out the front door. A realtor is nothing without his reputation.

“Like I said, babe, she’s not the one I want. I want your sweet, tight pussy. Not some washed up slut.” Then it’s the crinkling of paper and loud moans. I don’t see Ryan yet, but I just let the sound play repeatedly. The recording starts again, and I can’t help but to be proud of how creative I’ve gotten with my magicless revenge. I’ve done nothing that could get me in trouble with the council. Human laws might be another story, but I couldn’t care less.

“This is the most unprofessional showing I’ve ever been to,” a woman screeches and that’s when I see Ryan. He’s at the audio panel, trying to figure out how to turn the sound off. Not knowing the sound is spelled and no matter what he does, it won’t turn off.

It’s at that moment he sees me, and his face falls completely.

“Blair, I can explain.” He looks around as his potential homebuyers leave the home, his hand raking through his hair in frustration. I see Ryan clearer than ever before. He cares too much about what people think. While I don’t feel like he hid me away, he definitely didn’t parade me around as if he was proud to be with me. I look at him now and he’s no comparison to his father, looks or otherwise. A simple human man who has nothing to offer me.

“No need, Ryan. The audio is very clear. I’m a bitch, and Clover has a sweet pussy. Does she peg you like I do, Ryan?” His face flushes, and he looks around the room in a bigger panic. “What would the conservative pricks of Hallowsdeep think if they knew their favorite realtor loved being pegged while his cock was caged?” I flick a non-existent piece of lint off my shoulder. I’m not ashamed of what Ryan and I did as consenting adults. I might be a bitch, but I wouldn’t use that against him for my revenge. I know it’s just him and me in this room and he cares more about his image than anything. He cares more about how people perceive a man being dominated over caring about a man’s prostate.

“Blair, did you do this?” Now he looks angry.

“You sent these audio clips straight to my phone. It seemed appropriate to show your clients what kind of man you are.”

“Blair, how could you do something so cruel?”

“I’m the cruel one? You led me on, Ryan. You made me think I was important to you, that this was going somewhere.”

“Why would you think that, Blair? We were never really official. We fucked, we had fun. But it’s obvious I was right. You are a bitch. Clover is so much better than you.”