The Midas Touch of Vengeance

ncrypted phone, bypassing the layers of s

ou like a prisoner.

amily had sponsored when he was just a teenager with a genius IQ and no resources. He was fiercely

my fingers tre

leaving.

you doing? He h

I replied. `I

Mark. But I told him enough. I told him Mark needed

had done more than just cry. I had researched. My family's old library, the one accessib

ous modifications to my power. It was possible, the ancient

urning my Midas Touch in

things now, they still turned to gold, but the gold felt different. Colder. Hungrier. And the wish it powered would be twisted. A go

thought he had a "good luck charm.

me to cry. I was silent and submissive when he brought Emily to our home for din

ce, her voice full of fake sympathy, her eyes

replied, smiling at Emily as

ll down my cheek, a perfect performance of heart

rk came to me with a new proposal. A few months had passed, and Emily was pregnant. Th

, "they've diagnosed a rare condition. The b

in his eyes, the same look he'd had when he w

monstrous p

the "security personnel" started to change. Every day, a different man would be assigned to my floor. Hand

eded 500 transformations, and he was wil

ords slurring in my ears. "Even if you're with others, I won't

king through the fog. I looked at him, my eyes blood

ing my hands. They felt

almost there. Wish for Emily's child to be healthy and prosperous, and I'll make you the face of ou

ce. The face of a man orchestrating

y lips. It must have looked

as sharpeni

id, my voice hoars

iliation was another drop of poison I was pouring into the wish. He was