Epilogue

Lisa was sitting on the terrace of a small, luxurious villa near Phuket, her feet in the warm sand, a cool glass of white wine in her hand. The sun was slowly setting. She smiled contentedly.

She was more than satisfied with her ****.

She hadn’t just taken everything from Jan – she had destroyed him. His mother, his sister and his wife were scarred for life. Three women who had once been his life now lived together in a kind of dark sisterhood. Nadja had split up with Jan. Since then, the three women had been living together in a large house on the outskirts of town – Anna, Sarah and Nadja with their three little BBC babies.

It was only months later that Lisa learnt, through an anonymous report, that all three had become pregnant. She laughed out loud as she read the news.

“Three in one go. Perfect.”

The profits from the three OnlyFans channels (“Anna’s BBC Cunt”, “Sarah’s” and “Nadja’s”) had been enormous. Lisa had taken it all, cleverly diverted it to an offshore and invested it so profitably that, on the 5th of every month, a sufficient maintenance payment arrived punctually in the three women’s – for the next 20 years. Enough to live well. Not too much, so that they would never forget where the money really came from.

She had left the entire spa to Mia.

The “Hysteria Programme” had been running better than ever since then. Mia continued to treat dozens of women – wives, mothers, daughters – with the same professional cruelty. The spa had by now become an open secret in certain circles. Many returned of their own accord. Even more were brought in.

Lisa herself travelled.

With the remainder of Jan’s fortune, she could live frugally and completely carefree. A small flat in Bangkok, a cottage in Bali, a loft in Marrakesh – she was at home everywhere and nowhere. Sometimes, when she met a particularly arrogant, misogynistic bloke in a new city, or a self-righteous, hypocritical woman who believed she was above it all, she took care of them personally.

Then she became ‘Leonie’ or ‘Leon’ again.

Then she smiled that sweet, innocent smile once more.

And then a new lesson began.

Lisa sipped her wine and looked out at the sea.

Jan had made her nude photos public back then.

He’d thought he could destroy her.

Now he was the one who was destroyed.

And Lisa?

Lisa was free.

Rich.

And still on the hunt.

She raised her glass slightly, as if toasting someone only she could see.

“Cheers, Jan.

Thanks for everything.”

The End.