Chapter 6

Watching the local news, Amara saw the announcement of the 65th birthday of Judge Rodney Mullen. She took out her laptop and open the folder she created. Rodney Mullen is an alleged secretary rapist. According to rumors and some police reports, Judge Mullen raped at least four of her secretaries throughout his career.

But many people say that he had more victims, women who are afraid to come out. From what she gathered, Mullen's last victim was his secretary, who resigned two months ago. Amara smirked when she remembered that it was the same month his wife died due to a heart attack.

"You son of a b*tch." Amara uttered.

The party will be invite-only, and the only way she could crash the party is to get an invitation. A smile formed on Amara's lips. That won't be a problem for her.

"Hey, sweetheart! How are you? I missed you! You're going to Judge Mullen's birthday? I want to come with you. Really? Oh, I love you, sweetheart!"

Piece of cake, just like that, and she's got an invitation. Lawrence Halter is a married man with four daughters who are all known personalities in town. So she can't show up at the party with him. Which only makes her situation better.

Not wasting any precious time, Amara went out to buy a dress and some new accessories. Feeling ecstatic, Amara stroll to the town's most exquisite dress boutique. Her smile won't fade because of her recent accomplishments.

"Hi, Amara! It's nice to see you." said the owner of the boutique.

"Hey, Lisa. Do you have anything nice for me?"

"Evening party, sweety?" Amara nodded, and Lisa waved her hand so she would follow her.

"Oh, gosh! They are all beautiful." Amara's eyes widened when she saw those elegant dresses.

"Told you, Amara. But for me, this will suit you better." Lisa showed her a fitted cream-colored gown with thin straps, a low neckline, and a slit reaching the uppermost part of her leg.

Amara tried it out and loved the way the dress compliments her complexion. She almost looked naked because of the color of the dress. Her smile widened; Lisa's right, this is the perfect dress for her.

After paying for the dress, Amara went straight to her favorite jewelry store. She bought a set of pearl jewelry. Then she went to her favorite diner.

"Have you heard? Judge Rodney Mullen is having an invite-only birthday party."

"Invite-only, huh? Why? He's afraid that someone would assassinate him at his own birthday party?"

"Paranoia is what you get if you're a nymphomaniac like him. That rapist judge should have been in jail a long time ago."

"No one's batting an eye. What do you expect? He's a respectable judge. Ha! Respectable, my ass."

Amara smirked when she heard those ladies talking about Mullen. Almost the whole town knows about the Judge, but nothing has been done. Being a town judge really has its perks.

After buying a take-out, Amara went back to her house. She needs to prepare everything she needs for tonight.

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7 pm.

After putting some finishing touches, Amara went downstairs and grab her keys. One last look in the mirror before Amara got out of the house and to her car. Time for justice to be served.

It only took Amara a fifteen-minute drive before she arrived at the Hatkinson's Gardens. Every powerful men and woman in the city were there. It's like an all-star powerhouse reunion.

"Good evening, ladies, gentlemen. Tonight is an unforgettable night. Because this night marks the 65th birthday of our honorable Judge Rodney Mullen."

Amara wanted to vomit. Honorable my ass, she thought. But she maintained her smile. She's a guest who wants to celebrate with the birthday celebrant. She can't be seen being sour.

The party officially began with a song performed by his eldest daughter. Then three other local singers performed. It was a beautiful celebration; Amara would have enjoyed it if not with Rodney Muller's smug face.

"Hello, dear. I didn't recognize you." Amara's smile widened when she heard Muller's voice behind her.

"I'm a plus one, Judge."

She can feel Muller's stare behind her. Just as she thought. Acting like a respectable woman of the society, Amara nodded to Muller and walk away. She slowly walked towards the chocolate fountain. Intentionally looking back and smiling playfully.

When she reached the chocolate fountain, she picked up a strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate. She can see Rodney Muller watching her every move. Which is why she kept on moving sexily but not too noticeably.

After ensuring that the honorable Judge Rodney Muller has fallen to her beauty, Amara made sure Muller saw her left by the back entrance. The back entrance is connected to the park, which is already closed. That is why the whole surrounding is already dark and quiet.

Amara can clearly hear Muller's footsteps following her. Pretending to be oblivious, Amara kept walking until she reached a right turn. She then waited, preparing for him to arrive.

"You following me, judge?"

"Yes, I couldn't help. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

"I get that a lot," Amara smirked sexily. "Well, you followed me here. What do you want from me, Judge?"

"Well, what do you say we go somewhere more private?"

"Sure, Judge. I'd love that."

Judge Muller smiled like he won the lottery. Without uttering another word, he led Amara to his car. Amara, on the other hand, is continuously working her magic. Her beauty, the unquestionable skills for seduction, and her bed prowess, all mixed, can drive even a saint crazy about her.

They reached the Baxter Hotel after twenty minutes. It's the only hotel at the town border, and Judge Muller said he was always given a private entrance at the back of the hotel. Judge Muller's hands were all over her body even before they entered the room. He seemed too lively and excited for a sixty-five-year-old man.

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The moment they entered the room, Judge Muller almost ripped her dressed off her body. Amara wanted to slash his throat already, but she stopped herself. She wanted to see the terror in his eyes when he realized that his about to die.

So she gently pushed him to the bed. Muller looked so pleased because he thought that Amara was just dominant to please him. He almost drooled literally when he saw Amara taking off her clothes slowly.

"Are you ready, Judge?" Amara asked playfully.

"Oh hell, yeah!" Judge Muller responded excitedly.

Amara seductively climbed the bed. Judge Muller waited in anticipation for her first move. He was expecting some knee-melting erotic actions from Amara. But what he didn't expect is the stinging pain he felt in his thigh.

"What the!"

"Shhhh!"

Amara stuck out her tongue slowly and hold the vile, threatening to come out of her mouth. She licked Muller's leg to make him forget about the stinging pain. Amara can hear him moan as his hips rose upwards repeatedly.

"Don't be a p*ssy, Judge."

Amara smirked and continued placing small kisses on Muller's legs, his protruding belly, and his too hairy chest. For him, Amara was working on getting him excited. But the truth is, Amara is playing him, so he wouldn't notice that his lower body is starting to feel numb.

"How do you feel, Judge?" Amara asked in a sexy manner.

"What-" Muller tried to respond, but his jaw was already locked.

His eyes widened when he realized that he's been fooled. That something is about to happen to him. The only part of his body that he can move is his eyes.

"Scary, isn't it? Not being able to move your body. You can think clearly, but you can't command even a single muscle. I'll tell it's pretty eerie for some people. It's like being locked inside your own mind. It's like being possessed by a demon, isn't it? You're

lucid, but you can't move on your own."

"Do you know that it's almost the same feeling for rape victims? As the monsters harass them, as vile, evil men like you force yourselves into their bodies. That's exactly how they feel. Trapped in their minds, scared out of their wits, They wanted to shout, but they can't because they were afraid. They wanted to move their bodies and fight back, but they can't. You have been preying on the weak for far too long, Judge Rodney Muller. It's time to meet justice."

Amara started with his nipples, then his fingernails, then she moved to her teeth. They pulled them one by one. Muller may not be feeling the actual pain, but his mind is screaming at him, telling him to feel afraid.

Tears started rolling from Muller's eyes. Slowly, he realized what is really about to happen. Amara's devilish smile is giving him a clear picture of his impending fate. Even without his sense of feeling, deep inside, he felt fear crawl down his spine. With eyes wide opened, Muller watched as the grim reaper comes for his soul