Afflicted

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Author: Ava Novak
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on the countertop as she waited for the Thai chicken from last night to finish reheating in the microwave. Everything was a go for the auction to take place. Victoria didn’t have one lick of remorse now. And so far she’d been nice and ignored all the stuff that was done. How far did it have to go before lines were crossed to the point of no return? Technically, a line had already been crossed at least several times. If there was a motel in town she would just pack up all her stuff and move. For some strange reason Victoria got the feeling no one would dare try that stuff in town in the open. Maybe it was a big fat sign telling her she needed to go back to North Carolina.
    After retrieving her heated food, Victoria headed to the bedroom, and sat down in the middle of the bed. She grabbed her laptop off the nightstand, flipped it open, and powered it up. There was one luxury that actually existed in this place and it was internet— slow dialup internet but at least she had some way to surf the net. So she wasn’t completely cut off from civilization.
    As soon as her laptop powered up Victoria pulled up her email. It was a good thing no one had her personal email address. No doubt about it Victoria would have an inbox full of messages about this auction. It was out of her hands. Soon it would be over, hopefully.
    “I don’t believe this,” Victoria said with a spoon full of food in her mouth. Her inbox contained five emails from her ex Mark. Without taking the time to read what he might have typed in his emails to her Victoria deleted the messages. He wasn’t worth her time. Even if there was a heartfelt apology she didn’t care to read it at the moment. She didn’t even care why he even decided to message her after all this time that had passed. Her cell number had stayed the same.
    Don’t even think about that dickhead Vic.
    “What else is in here today?”
    Victoria scanned over email after email reporting all the ones that were spam. Her eyes lit up as she ran across an email update from the company she’d purchased her replacement vibrator. Victoria clapped happily as she discovered it was an updated tracking of her package.
    “Oh it’s here,” Victoria squealed as she got of the bed and headed for the front door. She stepped outside to be greeted by a sky that was darkening. Victoria walked barefooted over to the mailbox. Inside of the mailbox she found junk mail along with a brown discreet package.
    “Yay, it’s about time my new toy got here, hopefully this one won’t blow out on me.”
    Can’t beat the real thing but it still gets the job done. And that’s all that matters.
    As Victoria stepped back onto the porch, she felt as if she was being watched. Turning around Victoria looked out into the dimly light forest. There was nothing to indicate there was someone out there. Then again if she had walked over to the edge of the woods and searched the area she’d have found the person who was watching. She was miles away from her nearest neighbor. Being alone, in the middle of nowhere was never a problem for her, and it certainly wasn’t until now with her door having been spray painted.
    Fear worked its way into her heart. She’d never really given it much thought to what lengths might be taken against her. Perhaps she’d been naïve in the situation. Victoria hurried back into the cabin, locked the door behind her, and set the alarm even though she didn’t see anyone. Suddenly she didn’t want to stay another night in this cabin, on top of being so far away town, and out of reach from the local police department. She wanted to feel safe.
    Oh I wish I knew who did this to the fucking door! The last thing I want to be right now is scared.
    Who knew what this person would do next? Victoria instantly got mad. This was the Wrights felt. Mrs. Wright has a son willing to pay the money that was owed on the properties. There was no point for this drama. All Kellie had to do was come into the bank, take

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