Kendall Jenner's sheets swished and swayed, until they were kicked to the floor by a pair of mans legs.
She had become very good at getting what she wanted.
And since mom, Kris Jenner's death, she acquired everything she dreamed of.
Everything, except revenge.
While her older sisters, Kourtney, Kim, and Khloe gathered media attention, Kendall was forced to play with baby Kylie in the sandbox.
Over the years they learned to survive, and play "house" with the others while the cameras rolled.
Often times the Jenner girls were forgotten at red carpet premieres, or lavish parties.
Bruce became a full time nanny, while the Kardashian empire was built.
Kendall always took pity on the old fool.
She saw his love for the entire family.
She also saw through his facade.
Behind his disfigured scars was a man crying to get out.
A man who ached to be the great Olympic figure he once was.
To be respected.
And reclaim the empire as his own.
As Kendall got older, she saw this dream die a slow and painful death.
The fire behind Bruce's eyes was almost non existent.
While Bruce ran on embers, Kendall sparked a flare.
She had developed a particular blood lust at an early age.
While most kids held magnifying glasses over ants, Kendall preferred torturing stray cats.
It was easy.
The cats were naturally drawn to her.
Who wouldn't be?
The Jenner-Kardashians own Venus fly trap.
She would smize the cats toward her, bewitching them.
As soon as they were in her grasp she would smother them with a pillow, or drown them in the pool.
No one expected foul play, because she was just a child.
The older she got the more intense her boredom grew.
Cats had stopped crossing the Kardashian property.
Perhaps they had wised up.
None the less., Kendall needed to feel something again.
All that time, killing cats or wild animals that crossed her, she had begun to feel something.
It was an animalistic instinct, similar to sex, but with an easier pay off.
She lost her virginity when she was thirteen to a boy from Sierra Canyon, the private school she attended in Chatsworth.
She was at a bonfire in Malibu with a group of older and richer students.
Just your typical senior party.
Bottles of Patron.
Vintage scotch.
Coke ridden mirrors.
And free passing joints.
Kendall refused to partake in the festivities.
Mostly because she had decided to go all the way.
She even knew with who.
Dave Price.
A random face in the popular crowd.
He was particularly quiet.
And hadn't garnished a reputation, like most of the other boys.
She knew he'd be pure.
Something she expected from her victims.
The party began to wind down.
The students started coupling up, drunkenly returning to their SUV's.
Kendall, played Dave for all he was worth.
She gave him the longest eye fuck of his life, before he finally got the hint.
He followed her down the beach.
Alone, she forced him to strip, and watch her seductively take her clothes off.
Something about the delay made her feel powerful.
Unlike other girls, her age, Kendall showed no fear.
Her femininity took over, until she stood in front of him, bare.
She had hoped he would make a move.
But she knew from her mother, that a Kardashian, or in this case, a Jenner, holds all the power.
Kendall thought of Bruce's sad eyes while Dave had his way with her.
She had hoped to enjoy it.
Instead it was painful, and degrading .
Fortunately, it didn't take long.
Instead of climaxing, Dave passed out.
The fire she had missed began to twist her heart into knots.
She dragged his body into the ocean and held his head under the tide.
The current pulled them in, but Kendall refused to let go.
Half concious, Dave squirmed, unaware of the situation.
Kendall dug her fingernails into the flesh of his neck, screaming in pleasure.
Dave wiggled like a fish on a hook, longer than he had when he was inside her.
It wasn't long before his body stopped convulsing.
Dave was cast into the ocean.
Kendall returned to the shore, trembling.
Unsure if it was the ice cold water.
Or the fresh death in her hands.
A smile warmed inside her.
She giggled, returning home.
No one seemed to care where she had been.
No one asked why she was soaking wet.
The only concern from the family was her five minute shoot for the new episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians tomorrow.
On her vanity was the 2010 Christmas card framed, featuring the entire Kardashian clan.
Kendall administered a pair of scissors to the photo, placing it back in its frame.
In her hand she held her mothers face.
She lit a cigarette and took a puff before stubbing the butt out on Kris's cut out.
The fire Bruce had carefully hidden had suddenly erupted inside Kendall.
And hell hath no fury like a Kardashian sister, unless you're a Jenner.
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