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Hannah Trinh

Easto

English 1302 4

23 March 2013

Judy Jones 2.0

His hand grips the steering wheel with obvious discomfort. The silence

stretches on, and cold satisfaction devours all of me as I observe just how

much Dexter Green still pines for me. It's written all over his face and body.

The moment I walked up to him, gazed into his already hazy eyes and

purred, he was a puppet in my hands. Hah. Typical men.

My voice croons with just the right amount of soft seduction, delicately

hinting at euphoric nights as I bait him to admit he misses me all the nights

I've been gone. I wanted him to fruitlessly yearn for me, even if he was

aware that I was trouble. I wanted him defenseless like I was in the wrath of

Lud Simms. I watch his eyes widen just slightly at my abrupt question, and I

flash a satisfied, dark grin. Say it, Dexter. Profess your endearing love for

me.

I'm quick to hide my mild irritation when he manages to evade my

question, and I parry his remark with a short comment, but I was caught off

guard. Playing hard to get are we, darling? I laugh with a slight hint of

despair. It's their weakness. Southern men break at the chance of assisting a

damsel in supposed distress. This trait in a man used to be irresistible.

However, Lud had ruined that for me. With his well thought-out acts and


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clever words of deception, I had thought him gentlemanly. Instead, the act of

men jumping at the sight of a woman in need sickened me. No longer would I

ever be vulnerable. Or dependent. All I needed was me, myself and my

seductive manipulations.

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Dexter reacts by focusing on anything but me as he drives, and I study

him as we drift along the road. Has Little Dexter finally grown a backbone?

Has he realized how bad I am for him? Ruthlessly, I want to break him again.

It wouldn't take much. His affection for me ran so deep that I could just

glimpse his wanting simmering underneath the surface, threatening to

reemerge and claim me as his own. Dexter's weakness was this very

wanting. It doesn't cease to amaze me how many men actually believe they

can tame me. I was wild. I wasn't always. Lud Simms was the reason for Judy

Jones 2.0. This Judy Jones wasn't naive. This Judy Jones struck men where it

hurt.

I continue to tear away his restraint with a compliment. They weren't

lies. Dexter was a fine man. Wealthy and considerate, but no matter how

attractive a man may be, I will fall no longer. Instead, my softly, sugared

words and slightly, hooded eyes will draw men to me like I was once

magnetized to Lud's charming smirk.

As expected, Dexter's face grimaces slightly, and I laugh inside. His

annoyance with himself is apparent as he struggles to remain indifferent. His

jaw is hard and locked, and his breathing is frantic. If I had kissed him right

then and there, I was absolutely certain Dexter would not hesitate to kiss me


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back. But where was the fun in such an easy victory?

I continue to muddy the lines as I sing to him like a siren. I tell him

exactly what he wants to hear. I even mention that I would marry him. I scoff

internally, though. My revenge will never be satisfied. Lud Simms had

corrupted me, and I admit there's a small part of me that doesn't mind

lurking in this swamp.

I had forgotten how much of a character that Dexter is. Usually at the

mention of marriage and all the commitment it entitles, men adopt a

hypnotized, love struck look in their

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eyes. However, I find distinctive confusion in Dexter's. Had he found another

girl to fill my spot temporarily? Maybe he had managed to develop foolish

feelings for this temporary lover?

I hint at this, but again, Dexter shows no helpful response. Black, hot

anger emerges from that swamp of mine, and I struggle to control my beast.

I tell him that he would never love anybody other than me because I was

Judy Jones, Dexter Green's ideal happy ending. I even reminisce to him

about the past. The glory days. The days when our story first began. Or

rather, the days when I first began to wove the intricate web designed solely

for capturing Dexter. I had intended to wound around his torso, legs and

arms like vines. I had made sure I would always emerge in his thoughts, day

or night. I would be his falling, again and again.

Finally, his eyes soften to mush as he glances at me. I sit straighter, a

shark smelling blood. He admits that he, too, has not forgotten those young


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days, and I know he's thinking about the things we had shared intimately. I

smile slightly, relishing in the way his hands no longer gripped the wheel. His

guard was dropping, I gave him a smile that would stay imprinted in his

memory forever. I agree with him shamelessly.

Dexter murmurs that my yearning is not possible. Oh, the irony. I knew

that better than he did, yet he believed my every word, soaked in honey. I

make sure to catch every twitch of emotion in his face as I mention his

current fiance, Irene Scheerer. I needed to weigh the situation. I've heard the

stories around town and how perfect the two would be for each other, but I

knew from prior experience that no woman was a match for me when it

came to attracting men. Men always picked me no matter how attractive the

other woman was. And this was Irene we were talking about here.

His face tightens slightly, and his delicate mouth turns down in a

grimace. Remorse is

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burning in his eyes as he watches the road. I knew it in every bone in my

body that agreeing to ride with me was an act of betrayal to his precious

little engagement. I scoffed.Judy over Irene. That's how it's always going to

be, darling. I suddenly exclaim with vehement that I wish not to return to

that dance. I beg him to take me home, taking my voice up an active to

create an air of vulnerability and need. Once again, he obliges, responding to

the contracting feeling inside that comes with seeing his one love upset.

As Dexter drives, I think of Lud, and a whirlwind of betrayal shakes me.

Bitterness seeps into my bones as I remembered how he had sold his


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gentlemanly facade. I fell for his game hook, line and sinker. Lud Simms had

meticulously crafted a beautiful, sunshine-filled world for me, promising

eternal happiness and young love. It didn't take long before I claimed him as

my own and fell so hard I couldn't fathom what life would be without him.

Turns out life became an easily conquered board game. After Lud had broken

it off and exclaimed the infamous words, Hurry out, would you? I've got

another girl coming over tonight, the only warmth in my blood came from

the sight of men with utter worship in their eyes as I ruined them with

poison-laced murmurs and devious smiles.

Surprisingly, my mental recollection causes tears to spill down my

cheeks, and I mechanically use it to my advantage. Tension fills the small

space of the car as Dexter is torn between what he yearns to do and what he

shouldn't do. I could sense his wall of restraint. I could see his internal battle

all over his body. Hands clamped, mouth drawn, Dexter is almost at his

breaking point. One more push, and he'd be off the carefully preserved cliff

that he had created. His obvious desire to hold me alarms even myself, and

the savage Judy Jones is hysterical with Dexter's display of vulnerability.

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I continue the distraught act. I confine to him about unhappiness and

the emptiness inside. My confessions weren't complete lies. Instead, I fueled

them with partial truths, and Dexter takes the bait. He believes that I am

lost. He believes that I am a woman in need of a man, and he wishes with

every fiber in his being to be that man. I mention again that I would marry

him in a heartbeat. His wall crumbles halfway. I tease him with the illusion


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that I would be every bit the perfect woman he thinks I am. But I would not.

Instead, I am a monster feeding off from his anguish.

Like me, I see bitterness well up in Dexter. I knew how it tasted. Putrid,

long lasting, bitterness is the companion to regret. Was Dexter Green

regretting me? Could it be possible he'd be the first man smart enough to

realize the devil inside me? Could it be possible he would be strong when I

was once so weak? I wasn't going to let that happen. Making men like Dexter

suffer was my way of life, my salvation. It was the only way I could manage

the monster inside me that Lud had led into my soul. I had to step up my

game.

Dexter flashes his eyes to mine, and inside him is a storm of emotions.

He was angry at me for toying with him all these years, yet he still wants to

rekindle our relationship. He was hurting over my nonchalant jumping from

one man to another, yet he still holds the hope that I would belong to him

one day in marriage. Foolish.

I didn't faze at his vulnerable display of love for me. I didn't faze as I

processed just how much this Dexter had fallen head over heels. Instead, I

lived for it, breathed for it. His vulnerability sung to me as I watched his face

war with his desires. I softly coax him to come in, back to my arms where I

would take him to his highest of highs, and then drop him to the ultimate low.

This was the moment I had been waiting for.

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Dexter regards me with wary, but he himself knows he has lost. I watch

as the layers of defense peel away. His eyes glaze over, and his awe for me


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shines through. His lips soften as he watches my own. I had him right where I

wanted, and my blood soared with warmth. This was what I lived for now.

The precise moment when a man would fall into my leprous grasp again and

again now matter how bad they were burned before. I was an obsession, a

drug, and Dexter was an addict coming back for more.

Dexter's high lasted for a month, and I continued to add to my list of

victims. Dexter was only one out of many men whom I had lured into my

grasp and slowly killed something living inside them. It was the only thing I

was good for, it seemed. Seduce, destroy. Coax, murder. It was awhile until

things changed. It was awhile until Lud Simms appeared on my doorstep. Just

like the before, the roles were reversed when it came to Lud Simms, my first

love. His eyes ensnared me like a web. I couldn't escape. I wanted to stay. It

was much easier. His lilting, intoxicating voice caressed my skin, and his

proposal for marriage melted me where I stood. While Dexter loved me, I

loved Lud. While I had enchanted Dexter, Lud Simms hypnotized me. While I

had broken Dexter time and time again, Lud destroyed me not once, or

twice, but permanently with the pitiful seal of marriage. Not only did he

break me before Judy Jones 2.0, Lud Simms slowly seeped me of my beauty

that was once my weapon, leaving me shuddering forever until I died.

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