Jennifer is a woman of stark contradictions. She spends her nights hunting down those who evade the justice system. Yet behind her cold, calculating exterior lies a dangerous obsession - a compulsion to save the vulnerable, no matter the cost. Untethered by conventional morality, Jennifer feels an undeniable drive to protect the innocent, even as her brutal methods and twisted moral compass lead her to cross unimaginable lines.
You Made Me Do It is a pulse-pounding psychological thriller that explores the fine line between justice and vengeance, and the haunting question of whether a monster can ever truly save anyone.
Jennifer is a woman of stark contradictions. She spends her nights hunting down those who evade the justice system. Yet behind her cold, calculating exterior lies a dangerous obsession - a compulsion to save the vulnerable, no matter the cost. Untethered by conventional morality, Jennifer feels an undeniable drive to protect the innocent, even as her brutal methods and twisted moral compass lead her to cross unimaginable lines.
You Made Me Do It is a pulse-pounding psychological thriller that explores the fine line between justice and vengeance, and the haunting question of whether a monster can ever truly save anyone.
Shit shit shit, why does this keep happening to me? Why do I keep doing this? Why can't I just leave shit alone?
Cuz I'm a nosy meddling bitch. That's why. âAAAHH!â That one comes out as a loud verbal yell. I look around frantically to make sure no one's close enough to hear but of course nobodyâs around. I'm in the middle of nowhere Missouri, a place I know well. a place where they decompose quickly and nobody visits. Hard to get to terrain, then marsh for dozens of miles. Perfect place to bury a body or a few dozen. No one will find him here. No one will suspect me right?
I committed the perfect crime and I'll get away with it just like I've done so many times before. Because murdering someone who means nothing to you who you don't know and have no ties to is easy to get away with. Those are the murders that don't get solved. Because the cops don't know where to look or who to look for and when that someone you murder is a low life
worthless piece of scum and just goes missing it's even easier to not get caught.
Not that I'm too proud of myself. I'm slightly ashamed of what I did, but I have a compulsion. I need to restore order. A need to protect those that are innocent. I canât help myself when I see someone getting hurt. I step in and react without thinking. This fucker sure deserved what he got. Touching his 3-year-old stepdaughter at night while the mom's at work without a clue. What an asshole he should have been taken out years ago. Well now he can never hurt that poor little girl ever again. Hopefully the mom chooses a better guy next time.
I made that asshole write her a letter spelling out every detail of his wrongdoings and that he was a piece of shit and leaving so he can't hurt her ever again. That he didn't want to live anymore but was too weak to kill himself but at least he could leave. I considered making it look like a suicide, but I've seen way too many true crime stories were innocent people get a crime they never committed pinned on them. The cops have either been incompetent, lazy or just assholes looking to pin it on the easiest person they find. I didn't want the mom to get hurt or blamed so I figured this was the best way.
I felt way too much joy and seeing the terror in that fucker's eyes when I snuck into the house and put the gun to his head before he even knew I was there. Pure terror. I told him I knew who he was, what heâd done and forced him to write that letter. Made him pack up his shit like I was actually going to let the loser go, then drove him out here and shot him in the head. But only after I made the jackass dig his own grave. Dummy should have just told me to fuck off and do it myself and shoot him, but I truly think he thought if he begged hard enough and convinced me he was innocent, then I'd let him go. Stupid guy was so wrong. Now he's in the ground and I'm shoveling the damn dirt onto him. It's 2:00 in the morning and I'm exhausted but at least I don't have to work tomorrow so that's a plus.
You think Iâd feel remorse for taking a man's life but I don't never really have. Even after number fifteen, but to be fair each and every one of them was either a criminal or a terrible person on some level, but I know there's something wrong with me. I'm a psycho as they say. A god damn psycho. I know this. But I learned long ago that sometimes the law doesnât take care of the innocent. It's not on the side of those in need, so I'm here to pick up some of their slack. I'm there to help those out when system fails them. Which seems to be all too often.
Sometimes a good ass kicking is enough to put someone on straight and narrow then other times it's not and I have to resort to this. I never even gave this guy a chance to be better. Why, you ask me? Because pedophiles are the worst humans on earth and nothing you say will ever convince me otherwise. He would never stop no matter what I did so I knew this was the only way. People like this mother fucker get no second chances in my book. You do something that terrible there's no coming back. It's worse than murder in my opinion and I know a lot about murder. He's a fucking pedophile. I've killed him and I don't feel one bit bad about it. He can rot in the ground and never hurt anyone again. I'm proud of that, though part of me wishes I didn't feel this compulsion to hurt people. Wishes I was normal and felt better emotions but I don't and never will so I have to find a way to live with it and use it for good I guess.
I know most people would disagree with what I'm doing but others would agree. I'm certain at least a few people think that the scum of the earth like this guy being dead makes the world a better place for all of us.
One time I had to sit on a jury trial for a woman accused of murdering her husband. Turned out he was an abusive asshole to her and her three kids. Way too many calls to the cops and they did nothing to help her. So she did what she had to do to protect her kids. He was beating the crap out of their fourteen year old son who talked back and she thought he was going to beat the kid to death so she shot him. Stupid prosecution kept me on the jury, probably thought my military background meant Iâd be on their side, but I was on her side from the start.
At the end of the trial, over half the rest of the jury was ready to say guilty, but over the next week I did everything I could to convince each and every one of them she was innocent and it was self-defense. All of them except one douchebag, a white old man who I was convinced was a wife beater himself, did not want to budge. He tried to embarrass me, then berate me and even threaten me in order to put her away for murder but he was messing with the wrong bitch. On the last day of deliberations, I cornered the asshole, stared that fucker down and told him what I thought of his wife abusing ways. Then I continued to explain that if he didnât find this woman innocent then I was going to track him down, meet with his wife and find a way to get rid of his low life ass and make 100% sure no one would ever find him.
He laughed in my face at first, till I didnât budge and just said, try me, while staring him down. You can bet your ass he realized I was serious and gave in. I had him by the balls and he knew it. Don't mess with me. It wonât end pretty. I worried I was too believable and considered leaving town in case he reported me to cops and prosecutor or something but he never did.
Sorry, Iâm getting off track, that womanâs husband deserved what he got. All those jury members agreed, so they'd all most likely agree that guys like this jerk in the ground also deserve it. Or at least that's what I tell myself.
Okay he's finally covered. Home to my tiny sleeper cab truck. Itâs nothing special but it's a roof over my head and cheap compared to 90% of the places to rent.
You Made Me Do It is a brutal, confessional thriller told through the eyes of a woman whoâs not morally grayâsheâs fully dark, unapologetic, and terrifyingly precise. Framed like a raw true crime podcast in novel form, this story delves deep into trauma, vigilantism, and what happens when someone takes justice into their own hands after being repeatedly failed by the system.
The narrator has a long history of violence, starting with the accidental killing of her abusive father as a teenager. As she grows older, joins the military, and faces further horrorsâincluding rape and witnessing domestic abuseâshe evolves into a cold, calculating vigilante who targets predators and abusers. The story is a descent into her psyche: disturbing, honest, and at times emotionally numbing.
What stands out most is the voiceâvulgar, self-aware, and entirely unfiltered. This is not a character begging for redemption or sympathy; she simply tells it like it is. The writing style is gripping and confessional, with moments that will make readers uncomfortableâand thatâs the point. Thereâs no glamorizing the violence here. The storyâs aim is to expose the cracks in justice systems and how monsters are sometimes created by the very institutions meant to protect us.
That said, while the concept is gripping and emotionally complex (think Mindfck* meets The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo), the execution occasionally stumbles. The pacing drags in spots due to long inner monologues, and some sections would benefit from sharper editing and plot tightening. Still, the story remains captivating because of its bold premise and raw emotional core.
If you're a fan of Sharp Objects, Dexter, Promising Young Woman, The Female of the Species, or Verity, this book will hit all the dark, gritty notes youâre looking for. Itâs a perfect fit for readers who gravitate toward morally complex characters, unflinching portrayals of trauma, and stories that explore the blurred lines between justice and vengeance. That said, You Made Me Do It comes with heavy trigger warnings, including graphic violence, sexual assault, child abuse, domestic violence, murder, and PTSD. Itâs not a light or comforting readâand itâs not meant to be. This is strictly recommended for mature readers aged 18 and up who are emotionally prepared for an intense, often disturbing psychological journey. Sensitive readers, especially those with personal experiences related to these topics, should approach with caution.