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The Revenge of Anthony Riggs 0001: Fractured Bonds
In the early dark hours of a cold New York morning, the soft breeze whispered through the nearly deserted streets, carrying with it a hint of the city's restless energy. Inside a dimly lit bedroom, the stillness was suddenly broken by the insistent vibration of a phone resting on a wooden nightstand beside a king sized bed. The shrill sound of the alarm cut through the silence, growing louder as it echoed off the walls, relentless in its pursuit of the day.The phone's vibrations buzzed for several long minutes, stubbornly persistent, until a sharp slap on the back jolted Antony awake. He groaned, his body heavy with exhaustion, his face buried in the soft comfort of his pillow. The slap had come from his wife, Veronica, who now shifted her position in bed with an audible sigh of frustration. Her voice was laced with bitterness as she turned toward him, her features barely visible in the pale light filtering through the thin curtains."Will you turn off your God forsaken alarm? It's d
The Revenge of Anthony Riggs 0002: The Edge of Tolerance
The hum of activity in the office building contrasted sharply with Antony's inner turmoil. As he moved through the gleaming tile floor, his footsteps echoed in the vast, modern space. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a cold glow, illuminating the marble walls and the impassive faces of his co-workers. Antony's ID card hung around his neck, swaying slightly as he walked, a reminder of the corporate identity he wore like a second skin. Around him, other employees, some familiar and some strangers, shuffled through their routines, barely acknowledging each other's presence.At the security checkpoint, Antony joined the single file line. The security guard, a man dressed in a navy blue combat shirt and black joggers, held the scanning device with practiced ease. When it was Antony’s turn, he spread his arms wide, allowing the guard to sweep the beeping device across his body. “Good morning,” Antony offered, his voice polite but distant.The guard nodded with a faint smile. “Morning.”
The Revenge of Anthony Riggs 0003: An Act of Betrayal
'LATER ON IN THE DAY'As Antony’s fingers continued to dance across the keyboard, the rhythmic tapping echoed in the otherwise silent office. The screen in front of him was filled with endless spreadsheets and documents that seemed to blur together. He glanced at his wristwatch, and his eyes widened in disbelief. "Fuck, 6:43 p.m. already?" he muttered to himself. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. "And I'm not even done with half of what I'm supposed to do this week, and it's Thursday already."With a deep, weary sigh, he shook his head, resigning himself to the inevitable. There was no way he'd be able to finish everything on time without sacrificing his weekend. "I'll have to come in on Saturday and Sunday if I'm ever going to finish collating these files before the Monday deadline," he mumbled, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.He began wrapping up his work, shutting down his computer and tidying up his desk. As he stood and slung his small briefcase over
The Revenge of Anthony Riggs 0004: A House Divided
As he stood by the doorway, his entire world came crashing down. The room, which had once been his sanctuary, now felt like a prison, suffocating him with betrayal. Veronica, startled, quickly pulled the blanket over her chest, her eyes darting around in panic. Alkins, pale with fear, scrambled to gather his clothes from the floor. The shame was palpable as he fumbled, covering his crotch with his crumpled shirt. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.For a moment, the room was frozen in time. No one moved, no one breathed. The only sound was the soft hum of the ceiling fan, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside Anthony’s chest. His eyes, once filled with love for Veronica, were now dark and hollow, brimming with a mixture of rage and despair.Alkins, sensing the danger, tried to slink past Anthony, who was still standing like a statue in the doorway. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact, and as he brushed past Anth
The Revenge of Anthony Riggs 0005: The Cold Pavement
The following morning, Anthony awoke with a dull ache in his chest, the weight of exhaustion pressing heavily on him. His head lifted from the cold surface of the dining table where he had unintentionally spent the night. Stretching his arms, he yawned deeply, wiping away the drool that had pooled at the corner of his mouth. The events of the previous day came rushing back, and he found himself momentarily disoriented, surprised that he had fallen asleep in the dining area.He picked up the empty plate and glass from his midnight meal, his movements sluggish as he made his way to the kitchen. After placing them in the cabinet where used dishes were stored, he paused for a moment, staring at nothing in particular. The kitchen, usually a place of comfort, now felt foreign to him— just like everything else in his life.When he returned to the bedroom, the tension in the air was palpable. Veronica was still asleep, her figure barely discernible under the sheets. Anthony stood by the doorw
The Revenge of Anthony Riggs 0006: The Cold Awakening
'MOMENTS LATER'A sudden icy shock of freezing water splashed over Anthony, jolting him back to consciousness. His eyes fluttered open, disoriented and groggy as the harsh sunlight pierced directly into them. Instinctively, he raised an arm to shield his face, the brightness amplifying the throbbing pain in his head. As he blinked, trying to adjust to the light, he became aware of the cold, hard pavement beneath him and the uneasy faces of people standing around, peering down at him with concern. Beside him, a blue plastic bucket lay tipped over, the culprit of the wake up call.One of the onlookers crouched down to Anthony's level, extending a hand to help him sit up. "Are you alright? We found you passed out on the floor. Do you remember what happened and how you got here?" the man asked, his voice laced with concern.Anthony glanced at the man's uniform and recognized him as one of the building's security personnel. Despite the pain and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, Ant
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0007: Two Months of Deceit
He sat opposite the man, a small, square café table between them. The table was bare— no food, no drinks, only the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Anthony leaned forward slightly, unsure if this was a trap or some kind of twisted game. But he was curious, his mind reeling with what the man might know.Without hesitation, Anthony broke the silence. "What do you mean when you say I’m not the only one Mr. Alkins has wronged?"The man's expression darkened, bitterness clouding his features. "Alkins is a dangerous man. You should be very careful about how you choose to deal with him. Your wife… she's not the first married woman Alkins has had an affair with. It seems… that's his thing."Anthony raised an eyebrow, a wave of disbelief washing over him. "His thing? You mean sleeping with married women? Destroying families?"The man nodded, his lips curling into a grimace. "Exactly. And he won't stop until he’s taken everything you hold dear. For him, it's just a game. But in your
- The Revenge of Anthony Riggs
0006: The Cold Awakening
'MOMENTS LATER'A sudden icy shock of freezing water splashed over Anthony, jolting him back to consciousness. His eyes fluttered open, disoriented and groggy as the harsh sunlight pierced directly into them. Instinctively, he raised an arm to shield his face, the brightness amplifying the throbbing pain in his head. As he blinked, trying to adjust to the light, he became aware of the cold, hard pavement beneath him and the uneasy faces of people standing around, peering down at him with concern. Beside him, a blue plastic bucket lay tipped over, the culprit of the wake up call.One of the onlookers crouched down to Anthony's level, extending a hand to help him sit up. "Are you alright? We found you passed out on the floor. Do you remember what happened and how you got here?" the man asked, his voice laced with concern.Anthony glanced at the man's uniform and recognized him as one of the building's security personnel. Despite the pain and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, Ant
- The Revenge of Anthony Riggs
0005: The Cold Pavement
The following morning, Anthony awoke with a dull ache in his chest, the weight of exhaustion pressing heavily on him. His head lifted from the cold surface of the dining table where he had unintentionally spent the night. Stretching his arms, he yawned deeply, wiping away the drool that had pooled at the corner of his mouth. The events of the previous day came rushing back, and he found himself momentarily disoriented, surprised that he had fallen asleep in the dining area.He picked up the empty plate and glass from his midnight meal, his movements sluggish as he made his way to the kitchen. After placing them in the cabinet where used dishes were stored, he paused for a moment, staring at nothing in particular. The kitchen, usually a place of comfort, now felt foreign to him— just like everything else in his life.When he returned to the bedroom, the tension in the air was palpable. Veronica was still asleep, her figure barely discernible under the sheets. Anthony stood by the doorw
- The Revenge of Anthony Riggs
0004: A House Divided
As he stood by the doorway, his entire world came crashing down. The room, which had once been his sanctuary, now felt like a prison, suffocating him with betrayal. Veronica, startled, quickly pulled the blanket over her chest, her eyes darting around in panic. Alkins, pale with fear, scrambled to gather his clothes from the floor. The shame was palpable as he fumbled, covering his crotch with his crumpled shirt. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.For a moment, the room was frozen in time. No one moved, no one breathed. The only sound was the soft hum of the ceiling fan, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside Anthony’s chest. His eyes, once filled with love for Veronica, were now dark and hollow, brimming with a mixture of rage and despair.Alkins, sensing the danger, tried to slink past Anthony, who was still standing like a statue in the doorway. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact, and as he brushed past Anth
- The Revenge of Anthony Riggs
0003: An Act of Betrayal
'LATER ON IN THE DAY'As Antony’s fingers continued to dance across the keyboard, the rhythmic tapping echoed in the otherwise silent office. The screen in front of him was filled with endless spreadsheets and documents that seemed to blur together. He glanced at his wristwatch, and his eyes widened in disbelief. "Fuck, 6:43 p.m. already?" he muttered to himself. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. "And I'm not even done with half of what I'm supposed to do this week, and it's Thursday already."With a deep, weary sigh, he shook his head, resigning himself to the inevitable. There was no way he'd be able to finish everything on time without sacrificing his weekend. "I'll have to come in on Saturday and Sunday if I'm ever going to finish collating these files before the Monday deadline," he mumbled, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.He began wrapping up his work, shutting down his computer and tidying up his desk. As he stood and slung his small briefcase over
- The Revenge of Anthony Riggs
0002: The Edge of Tolerance
The hum of activity in the office building contrasted sharply with Antony's inner turmoil. As he moved through the gleaming tile floor, his footsteps echoed in the vast, modern space. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a cold glow, illuminating the marble walls and the impassive faces of his co-workers. Antony's ID card hung around his neck, swaying slightly as he walked, a reminder of the corporate identity he wore like a second skin. Around him, other employees, some familiar and some strangers, shuffled through their routines, barely acknowledging each other's presence.At the security checkpoint, Antony joined the single file line. The security guard, a man dressed in a navy blue combat shirt and black joggers, held the scanning device with practiced ease. When it was Antony’s turn, he spread his arms wide, allowing the guard to sweep the beeping device across his body. “Good morning,” Antony offered, his voice polite but distant.The guard nodded with a faint smile. “Morning.”
- The Revenge of Anthony Riggs
0001: Fractured Bonds
In the early dark hours of a cold New York morning, the soft breeze whispered through the nearly deserted streets, carrying with it a hint of the city's restless energy. Inside a dimly lit bedroom, the stillness was suddenly broken by the insistent vibration of a phone resting on a wooden nightstand beside a king sized bed. The shrill sound of the alarm cut through the silence, growing louder as it echoed off the walls, relentless in its pursuit of the day.The phone's vibrations buzzed for several long minutes, stubbornly persistent, until a sharp slap on the back jolted Antony awake. He groaned, his body heavy with exhaustion, his face buried in the soft comfort of his pillow. The slap had come from his wife, Veronica, who now shifted her position in bed with an audible sigh of frustration. Her voice was laced with bitterness as she turned toward him, her features barely visible in the pale light filtering through the thin curtains."Will you turn off your God forsaken alarm? It's d
