Divine Transformation

DIVINE TRANSFORMATION She's a nightmare to the male gender, beautiful yet ugly. Her heart shredded into pieces, which she vowed to reciprocate back in the same measure. Angela is her name, but her character is nothing close to an angel. Angela was a sweet naive girl, believing in fantasy stories of Prince and the poor maid, or The villain falling over heels for a beautiful angel who changed him from bad to good. Everything changed after her encounter with a college player, who played her with lies-filled fantasies; her spirit got broken into million pieces when she discovered it's a bet to despise her. Angela was shocked, tears filled her eyes; the truth clearly in front of her, but needed to hear it from the horse's mouth. "Tell me it's a lie, and only a prank" she pleaded with her voice. "You're such a dumb to ever believe I love you," Henry said, "Everything you told me was all lies, what have I done to deserve such treatment from you?" She rasped out in whisper; the guilt, the shame, and the memories consumed her entire body, shaking her uncontrollably. Henry walked slowly towards her; grinning wickedly as he held Ann's face in his palms, "You've done nothing wrong. It's just a pity that you were created to satisfy our s****l urge. The earlier you know, the better for you", he answered shoving her roughly to the ground. Angela couldn't restrain the tears from flowing; weeks and days pass by with mockery, frustrating her into a decision that changed her into a villain. She allowed the hatred for men to consume her so greatly, and she sought to pierce men's souls with rejection and painful death. Angela became the beautiful devil, every man who had an encounter ended up in a gruesome manner. Her name sent cold shivers to the heart of young men. "Who is willing to sacrifice himself to change her?" Everyone asked, but not one courageous man could be found. But one day, something occurred which shocked people to the marrow, "There must be a transformation before desired changes occur"- Grace Chigbu. One fateful morning, Angela prepared herself to murder a young man whose constant behavior is battering young ladies. She warned him through series of letter to stop, but he ignored. Every time she wanted to act, something hinders her, and these things troubled her spirit. Unable to tolerate the young man's insolency and constant abuse of women, Angela ignored her troubling heart, took her car keys on the table, and drove the car at full speed to her destination, "the torture room." The torture room was the same place she got humiliated, dwelling in the memory only made her hard-hearted, and unwilling to let go. The room had all the war equipment, a mere glance would tell you that it's a danger zone. Angela keeps shooting and aiming the little dot on the forehead of the mannequin; a way to control her emotions, and think clearly as she thought of ways to punish the unconscious body tied to a wooden chair. After three hours of waiting, a groan escaped Richard's lips, he looked around the unfamiliar room, trying to recollect what happened. Fear grasped his heart, recognizing Angela, the infamous men's assassin. He never imagined dying in a gruesome manner, sweat balls formed on his head, trembling while trying to untie the cords from his body. Angela walked slowly towards Richard, a smirk on her face, "Welcome dear, it's good to have you back to the world" she said. "Please, let me go" Richard pleaded, he was afraid to die. Yes, he offended lots of people and regrets it badly. Sometimes, it takes the fear of death for men to realize their mistakes and makes them right. "Tsk tsk, it's a pity you won't be staying long either, and it's a final goodbye to the world" she concluded. Richard became paled instantly, deep down his heart, he knew her words were no mere threats, as her eyes darkened, expressing pure hatred for him. And he did what he hasn't done for a very long time. Richard began to pray in their heart, asking for God's forgiveness, due to his wrongdoings, promising to change for good. "Please, spare me and I will never hurt anyone again," he mumbled in tears. Angela scoffed, after taking a deep breath to avoid shooting him with the gun in her hands, "Spare you! When those ladies pleaded you, did you?" She shouted, making him flinch in fear. "I'm sorry, and I'll make things right, please let me go", he cried desperately in pain. Nemesis is inevitable, Richard had never thought a time would come for him to plead for his life, he's always used to getting things done in his way without any bit of remorse, and if he should ever make it alive; his greatest lesson is considering his actions don't hurt others.