Burn in Hell Bitch

British English language and spelling. In some stories the processes or facts may be incorrect, it's only a story and in my world that's how it happened. A warning to those who steal stories to use on YouTube channels, I am watching and will hit you with a copyright claim. This story is a repost from when I was on here under a different username.

Burn in Hell Bitch

When I married my wife Gillian, or Gill as she preferred to be called, I had no idea of the nightmare that would unfold.

My name is Tony Rowan, as I mentioned my wife's name is Gill. When we married I was sure we would grow old together and enjoy our grandchildren. I started my own business as a consulting engineer two years after we married, Gill worked for a small medical supplies company. We both agreed to get established and have some money behind us before starting a family. For eight years we were happy and our sex life was great, I honestly thought I had married the perfect woman.

I bought a small cottage in a quiet lane, inside it needed a lot of fixing up but structurally it was sound. Our nearest neighbour was two hundred yards away, there were only six other houses in the lane. It took almost a year and the house was finally finished, most of the work we did ourselves. I had to get tradesmen in to do some plumbing and electrical work. I was happy the work was done as was Gill, we often spoke about how it would be perfect for when we finally had kids.

Things started to go south just before our ninth anniversary. Gill was often very short and abrupt with me, add that to the fact our sex life had all but died and I was getting pissed off with her attitude. Her phone became her most guarded possession, Gill had started going out a few nights a week with the girls from work, or so she said. Wherever they went it must have been good as she never got home before midnight. I started to think the worst but reasoned that she would never cheat on me, little did I know how wrong I was.

It was my childhood friend who I turned to for advice. Barry Patton and I had been friends since we met in the first year of school, when my company expanded and I needed a Chief Operating Officer I turned to Barry as he was someone I could trust. Barry knew Gill and at first he could not believe what I was telling him.

"All the signs are there Tony. If you want my opinion I think Gill is cheating on you. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but I would stake my career on it."

When Barry said that I knew he wasn't messing about. I thanked him for the advice and returned to my office. I sat at my desk wondering how to deal with the situation.

If Gill was cheating then that was it, our marriage was over, the downside of that is she would get half of all I owned. I did no more than look for a private investigator, I found one who could see me later that day.

When I explained my concerns to Joe Amis, the PI, he assured me if Gill was cheating, he would get the evidence I needed. I left his office feeling slightly better about things. In my heart I hoped and prayed I was wasting money on his services.

I met a technician at the cottage the following day so he could install some hidden cameras. He also put a recorder on the phone line. I didn't think that would show anything, Gill wasn't stupid enough to use the house phone if she was cheating. A few nights later she slipped up and left her phone in the kitchen when she took a shower, I installed the program the technician told me about. He assured me it would send all of Gill's text messages to a cloud account. We didn't have the no-fault divorce in the UK yet, Rumour was it would be implemented in about a years' time. I wasn't going to wait a year. I hoped if I could get evidence of Gill cheating it would save me money in the divorce.

A week later I checked in with Joe, he had checked the recordings and it wasn't good news. "It's all there in the report and the DVD is very graphic, if I were you I wouldn't watch it, knowing is one thing, see it is a totally different game."

Thanking Joe for the advice I paid his final fee and left with the report and a DVD. His tech guy was going to meet me tomorrow to remove the cameras. Back in my office I decided against Joe's advice and watched the DVD. Joe's report showed that her so called nights out with the girls were a cover for her fucking some arsehole she worked with. They had taken a few long lunches and time off in the afternoon to go and have sex in a motel a few miles away, the report also said they had gone to the house on several occasions.

The DVD was recorded on Thursday. Gill arrived home during the day with a man, they went straight to the bedroom and fucked like wild animals for a few hours. Gill did it all for him, oral, anal and anything else in between. What really shocked and sickened me was when Gill said to her lover. "I need to get together with you and the guys again. What we have is great, but all those big cocks fucking me is heaven."

I had never met the guy she was fucking, apart from a big cock there wasn't much to choose between him and me. I had a decent seven inches, he was longer by at least two inches. We were both about the same age and build. With the evidence I had I planned to catch them in the cottage, beat the shit out of him and toss Gill out on the street. The following Thursday I left work and drove by where we lived, sure enough Gill's car and another I didn't recognise were parked on the drive.

I parked on the street and walked towards my house, as I entered I could hear them upstairs enjoying a riotous sex session. I stormed into the bedroom and yelled at the arsehole to get out of my house. That turned out to be a bad move as this was a different arsehole, the guy was well over six feet tall and must have weighed a hundred pounds more than me. I saw him walk towards me and then everything went black.

When I came to I was tied to a chair with a gag in my mouth, Gill was on the bed fucking three guys and screaming to be fucked harder. Eventually one of them noticed I was awake.

"Hey look, the little wimp has woken up." They all laughed at his assumption of me.

I watched as Gill freed herself from the mass of bodies on the bed and walked over to where I was sitting. The woman, whom I'd married, stood there smiling with cum all over her face and globs of it running down her leg.

She took the gag out of my mouth.

"Why Gill? Why do this to us?" I asked.

"I realised being married to you was boring. I want to enjoy myself, all you want is kids and a wife at home to look after you. Well guess what Tony? That is not going to happen. You thought you could barge in and spoil all my fun did you?" Gill stared at me, a sick smile on her face.

As you can see I have three real men here to satisfy me now so I don't need you anymore, you and your worthless little cock. Now that we are finished my friends are going to take you somewhere, I hope you enjoy yourself."

I didn't know the woman in front of me, surely this wasn't my wife. Gill wouldn't do this to me, would she? One of the guys walked over and punched me hard in the face, I went out like a light.

When I stirred It was dark, it took a few seconds for me to get my bearings. I knew I was lying on my side with my wrists and ankles bound, there was a hood over my head. The movement told me I was in a vehicle, going by the cold metal floor I assumed it was a van of some sort.

"Looks like he is waking up again." One of them said, "Good, it saves us having to carry the prick. We are almost there now."

I got bounced around a bit as the vehicle drove along a bumpy road. My head still hurt from the punch earlier. I was glad when the vehicle pulled to a stop. Little did I know it would have been better if they had kept driving.

"Untie his ankles, at least he can walk his last few steps!"

Last few steps. I suddenly realised I was about to be killed, at least that was how it sounded to me. With my ankles free I was marched across some rough ground, I nearly fell over a few times.

"Get up cunt. I am not going to carry you. Now fucking walk!" The voice instructed me as a hand slapped the back of my head. "Okay guys this will do." The voice said. I silently prayed that whatever they were going to do to me would be quick, if this was to be my fate then get it over with. I stood waiting to hear the click of a gun being loaded, the hood over my head didn't allow me to see anything.

Suddenly I was being kicked and punched, it didn't take long before I fell on the ground. The kicks continued until my battered body lay there not moving. I knew I was still alive, barely, but alive all the same. I felt a hand touch my neck, the fingers moved around gently.

"No pulse. He's dead. Shall we bury him or leave him here?"

"Fuck it leave him here. There is nobody around for miles, if his body ever gets found there won't be much left of it anyway." If the guy who checked me knew what he was doing he would have found my pulse, where his fingers touched my neck he had no chance.

I heard my attackers laugh as they walked away. I lay still for what seemed like hours, in reality it was probably ten minutes or thereabouts. I didn't move until I heard a vehicle move off in the distance. In the time I had been laying on the ground I wondered what had driven Gill to hate me this much. What drove her to become a big cock loving slut? I had always treated her right. I thought back to her comment about my tiny cock, at seven inches it isn't what I would call tiny.

The pain shot through my body as I tried to stand up, it took several attempts as my wrists were still bound together. Finally I managed to stand up, my body ached like I had been hit by a truck. I knew the first thing I had to do was try and get the hood off my head, battered and beaten. I didn't fancy stumbling around in complete darkness.

Walking slowly I bumped into a bush or something, I kept moving my head against it to try and remove the hood. Eventually it snagged and I was able to ease out of it, my eyes adjusted to a different darkness. To be honest my left eye was closed and not much use to me anyway, I just hoped whatever was wrong wasn't permanent. My eyes adjusted to the darkness which was good, I had no idea where I was.

All I knew was that I had been left in the woods or a forest. Slowly I set off in what looked to be the easiest path to follow, I was in no condition to go climbing about to get out of anything I fell in.

I'm no ex-military badass or anything, just a normal guy who didn't want to die. It took all I had left in me just to stagger in one direction, sometime later and still in considerable pain, I spotted a light in the distance.

As I neared the source of the light I realised it was a cottage or farmhouse, I found enough energy to get as far as the front garden gate. Trying to open the gate with my hands still tied was more than I could do, I screamed and suddenly everything went black again.

When I managed to open my eye, the left one was still closed up, I noticed I was in a room. I tried to sit up, the pain was too much and I flopped down on my back.

"Please stay still. You have obviously been in an accident or something." I looked up to see a woman standing over me. "Who are you? How did I get here?" I asked.

"I found you outside the house last night. I heard you scream and when I looked you were unconscious on the ground. I just about managed to get you inside the house." I remembered trying to open the gate.

"Now lay still and tell me what happened, if you can remember." Oh, I could remember all right. I just wasn't sure about discussing it with this unknown woman. "My name is Rosemary, you can call me Rosie, I prefer that. Now how on earth did you get in this state?"

"It's a long story and I'm not sure if I should tell you or not." My ribs hurt whenever I try to talk or breathe heavily.

"Do you want me to call the police for you?"

"No please. No Police. I promise you I will not hurt you and I will tell you what happened, just not right now." Rosie smiled, I must have passed out as I don't recall anything after that.

When I next woke up Rosie was still there in the room, I did a better job of sitting up this time. Rosie pumped a couple of pillows so I could sit up properly. I saw that my torso was wrapped in bandages, there were several cuts on my hands and legs.

"Do you have a mirror?" I asked.

Rosie nodded and passed me a small mirror. I nearly dropped it when I saw my reflection, my lips were cut and swollen. The left eye was black and closed up, my right eye was badly bruised and I had several small cuts on my face.

"Now are you ready to tell me who you are and what happened?" I nodded my head.

I told Rosie everything I could remember, right from catching Gill in bed with three men, to trying to open her garden gate.

"Tony, you really should call the police you know."

"No, please don't call them. I will deal with this my way and in my own time. The last thing I need is the police involved."

"Have it your way and do as you must. Now I don't know where you live or anything so you had better stay here until you are mobile and well enough to leave."

I thanked Rosie for her kindness. I had no idea who this woman was, I think she was probably mid-forties in age, so a good ten years older than me. Rosie let me use her phone to call Barry to let him know I was okay. Like the cottage the phone was an old dial telephone, I had only seen them in pictures.

"Tony? Where the hell are you? Everyone is going frantic trying to find you, Gill has been in here worried sick that you are missing."

"Barry do me a favour please? If Gill asks, you haven't heard from me at all. I promise I will explain everything next time I see you. If anything comes up at work I trust your judgement to deal with it."

I ended the call and Barry seemed satisfied. Rosie asked me what my plans were.

"I am going to rest until I can move about and return home. After that I am going to make some people pay for this, I don't know how yet but they will pay."

Rosie just nodded and smiled. "You do as you must Tony, please be careful though."

It suddenly dawned on me that apart from knowing her name, I knew nothing about Rosie, come to think of it I had no idea where I was either. When Rosie told me the name of the nearest village I reckoned I must have been at least three hours from home. Rosie fed and looked after me, it was several weeks later I felt well enough to leave. I passed the time resting and planning my revenge. I told Rosie I would call and have someone collect me.

"I will drop you in the village at the train station. Whoever you call will never find this place, it is too remote."

I struggled to get in and out of Rosie's small car, proof that I wasn't healed yet, as if I needed any.

I thanked Rosie for everything, her reply was simple. "Take care. Do as you must Tony, but please be careful."

I took a train to the nearest mainline station, I called Barry and waited for him to collect me. God knows what anybody thought when they saw me, here I was all battered and bruised wearing a suit that was so badly creased it looked like I had been sleeping in it. Rosie had brushed the dirt off it.

"Jesus Christ Tony! What the hell happened to you?" Barry asked when he arrived.

On the drive back I told Barry everything, he shook his head in disbelief.

"I think I know why she did it, Barry. If we divorce then she gets half of everything, Gill is greedy and wants it all. I bet she promised her fuck buddies a load of cash if they got rid of me. She knows the company is worth millions, my guess is she would sell it and spend her days fucking whoever wants her."

"You can stay at my place mate. If anyone asks I will say I have no idea where you are."

"Thanks Barry. Can you do me a favour and bring my laptop from the office please. Oh and I will need some clothes as well." Barry laughed and said it felt like he was harbouring a fugitive.

"Not yet. But you could be if I get caught getting my revenge."

"Well best you don't get caught then. I don't want to know what you are planning to do."

We stopped at a retail park along the way. I managed to get some jeans, t-shirts, socks, underwear and a pair of trainers. That would have to do for now, I still had a full wardrobe at home. Or at least I hoped I did.

Thankfully it was dark when we arrived at Barry's house, I could just imagine the neighbours talking about me all beaten and bruised.

Gill was playing the part of the loving wife very well, according to Barry she was calling everyone who knew me, everyone except the police that is. Barry was getting a regular call everyday asking if he had heard from me, naturally his answer was no.

Slowly I healed and was well enough to walk around without suffering any major pain. Barry told me Gill's calls had tailed off to one call a week now. I assumed she was too busy enjoying herself to bother about me. Having time to think can sometimes be a good thing, in my case it led to me thinking of how bad my revenge was going to be. I wanted extreme revenge and nothing was off the table.

Sitting around all day I thought of several ways to deal with Gill and her fuck buddies, the problem was most of my ideas meant involving someone else. That is something I was not prepared to do. My hatred drove me to what is known as the dark web.

Reading through it became clear that I could hire a hitman if I wanted, there were several references on there to "Mechanics" a dark web term for a hired killer.

Eventually I came up with a plan, a plan but no idea of how to get it into reality, out of desperation and hatred I left a post asking for assistance with a chemical problem.

Naturally I had a few messages from some whack jobs, but there was one who seemed to understand what I was getting at. I replied to his message.

After several more messages I was satisfied the guy was genuine, he seemed satisfied that I wasn't from a law enforcement agency. He sent me a program to install, and it encrypted our messages.

After logging off and closing the VPN software I looked online for what I had been advised to purchase, as I had to get specific brand names it took a little longer than expected. Once I had everything I needed I realised that for this to work I would have to know when Gill and her lovers were in the house, going back online I purchased a few listening devices (bugs).

Most evenings Barry and I sat and talked, he never asked what I planned to do and I never told him. Business was good and the company had picked up some new clients, I assured Barry I was likely to be back in the office within a week or two.

When the bugs arrived I went back to the house early one morning, Gill's car was on the drive. Maybe she had a quiet night last night, I didn't know and didn't care anymore. I watched Gill leave the house, five minutes later I let myself inside. Thank god she hadn't thought to change the locks, I guess if she thought I was dead there was no reason to bother. I placed a bug in the lounge and in the kitchen, despite her having men at the house it was clean and tidy. There were clean sheets on the bed and no evidence that anyone else had been there.

That evening I heard Gill talking to a man, I recognised his voice as one of the men from the van. He was there to fuck Gill and let her know that he had arranged it with the others for Friday night.

"Oh God I love your big cock. How many will be here?" Gill asked as I heard her slurping on his prick.

"I have managed to get nine guys to show up. It would have been ten but one of them cannot make it this week."

"Nine will do for me. Now fuck me. All this talk is making me horny and wet." Gill replied.

I switched off my laptop. I didn't need to hear them fucking. I hoped he enjoyed it, if my plan worked after Friday nobody would be doing anymore fucking with Gill.

Friday evening I sat in the bushes opposite our house waiting for the fuckfest to begin, finally Gill arrived home with several other cars following her. I gave them thirty minutes and reasoned that was long enough for them to get started, slowly I made my way around to the back door. I could hear the noise from upstairs. Gill was screaming to be fucked and the others were all cheering and laughing.

Quietly I removed the bugs from the lounge and kitchen, then I made my way upstairs, I stopped at the top to make sure everyone was in the bedroom. I poured the first liquid out on the carpet making a trail back down to the kitchen, I then repeated the same thing with the second liquid. The man who explained it to me was right about one thing, when the two mixed together there was almost no odour.

He did warn me the more I used, the bigger the end result, I drained both bottles as I trailed back downstairs. Back in the kitchen I now faced the tricky part, if I fucked this up we were all going to hell.

The third liquid was essentially the trigger. Once it mixed with the others and reacted, all hell would break loose.

I poured the liquid into the puddle close to the other two, I thought it would take a few minutes for them to come into contact with each other. Slowly and quietly I made my way out of the door, closing it quietly behind me. I raced up the lane to where I had parked my hire car.

As I drove away I saw a massive bright flash in the rear view mirror. I didn't stop, I just drove until I got to Barry's house. Thankfully Barry had a date and wasn't at home when I got there.

I took a shower and went to bed. The following morning I drove to the house. I acted like I wanted to talk to Gill, it would let her know that I was alive, despite the best efforts of her friends. The other part of the act was to collect my clothes and some personal items, I knew they would all be burnt.

As I turned into the lane a police officer stopped me.

"Sorry sir, you can't go any further."

"But I live here, just up the road in Laurel Cottage." I explained.

"Park your vehicle and wait here please." The officer walked up towards the cottage. He returned moments later with a guy in a suit.

"Mr Rowan, I'm Detective Inspector Hobson. Do you mind if I ask where you were last night?"

"I was at home. Well staying with a friend actually, my wife and I are separated."

"How long have you been staying with this friend?"

"A couple of months, I just came over to collect the last of my clothes and personal items."

"Unfortunately there was a fire at the cottage last night."

"May I see? I mean after all it is, or was my home." We walked up the lane together, the detective asked me more questions. Did I keep flammable materials in the home?

"No, absolutely not. There was a small petrol can in the shed, I use it for petrol for my lawnmower."

The cottage was a total wreck. The gable wall had collapsed at one end, the roof was sitting at a very awkward angle.

"As you can see sir, the fire has destroyed the building. Nobody apart from the fire and rescue people are allowed in, they are currently recovering bodies. Did your wife have friends over last night?"

"I have no idea. Like I said we are separated, I don't know what she did last night. You said they are recovering bodies, how many?"

"Nine, so far. They don't think there are anymore, just in case they are making final checks to ensure they haven't missed anyone." I stood and looked shocked, as anyone would have done. I thanked the detective and walked back to my car. When I was a few miles away I called Barry. After explaining the situation to him, Barry assured me that he would say we were at home all night.

Naturally I was questioned about the fire. I told the police that Gill and I had separated, I told them I was staying with Barry until we sorted things out. The investigation into the fire wound up after two months, it was deemed an accident and probably caused by a faulty gas appliance.

The coroner recorded verdicts of accidental death on those who perished in the fire, one woman and nine men. In my statement I said Gill was probably having a party with some colleagues from work, as we were separated I didn't have a better answer. The only lie I told during the inquest was when I was asked why we had separated.

"We had grown apart and wanted different things from life."

I attended Gill's funeral for the sake of appearances and no other reason, when the coffin was lowered into the ground I tossed in a handful of earth and a single rose. Pinned to the stem of the rose was a card, I wrote on it "Burn in hell bitch."

Most people probably thought it was a personal loving gesture. Yeah right, as if that was going to happen.

As I walked to my car Gill's mother approached me, we had never liked each other. me "Why were you not at home that night, and what was Gill doing with nine men in the house?"

"We were separated pending a divorce. As to why she had nine men in the house, you work it out for yourself. If you need a hint, you raised a slut." I turned and walked away.

I moved out of Barry's house into a small house a few miles away, the only major cost was having to replace my entire wardrobe. The mortgage insurance paid out and covered the debt. My home and contents insurance paid me enough to rebuild the cottage. I sold the site to a builder as I didn't want to rebuild.

The media speculated as to why there were nine men and one woman in the house that night. I didn't comment and let people reach their own conclusions. As for the nine men, I didn't know any of them and paid no attention to the reports in the papers of their funerals. I tried to go back to thank Rosie for helping me heal. Unfortunately I was unable to find the cottage, despite asking some of the locals where it was.

Barry has never asked me about the fire. He did offer to set me up with a date, if I was interested. Right now I just want to get on with my life, that said there is a woman who lives in the same apartment block as myself. As yet we haven't spoken, apart from saying hello to each other. I'll take my time choosing a date, if it does get serious then a prenup will be in place before I get married again.

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