He goes to the attic

The old attic creaked under Jeffrey's footsteps as he searched for some sign of a giant cache of sex toys. All he could find was old furniture, old clothes, trinkets forever abandoned, dust-covered books, the signs of a normal house in what was most definitely not a normal house. Although one book gave a sign that something unusual might be going on: A thick tome titled "Intermediate Hypnosis Techniques."

Jeffrey grabbed it and opened it when he heard the faint sound of a whimper coming from the far corner of the attic.

"Is someone there?" He called out, his voice echoing through the musty room. He strained his ears, but all he could hear was the wind howling outside.

That's when he saw her - a naked woman with freckles and dark red hair, emaciated and chained up, her ankle bound with a thick, rusted shackle. Her hair was a mess and her skin was pale and dirty. Other than her condition she looked just like Candy: same age, same hair, same face. Could she be her twin?

Suddenly Jeffrey remembered something Jackie had said the first time he fucked her:

“I love that you’re the type of man who’d keep my sweet daughter locked up in the attic as your personal ****. I love being an accomplice to your evil.”

It struck him as odd at the time but he was too lost in shock and desire to suspect that maybe Jackie wasn't talking about Candy. Now it was more than apparent. Of course she wouldn't refer to Candy as her "sweet" daughter. She was talking about another daughter. Fuck, is that why they sent Candice away? Because they still had another one chained up at home?

"Who are you?" Jeffrey asked.

"I'm Carolyn." The woman said weakly. "I'm so hungry."

Jesus, he thought, had anyone given her anything to eat since Richard died? Probably not. And yet, after the past few days Jeffrey couldn't think of a way to solve this problem that didn't involve giving in to his goblin brain.

He pulled down his pants, exposing his massive throbbing erection.

"Suck it," he said. "If you're hungry, then eat my cum."

Carolyn's gaze fell on Jeffrey's erection, and she nodded, as if she knew what was expected of her. Slowly, she opened her mouth, allowing him to slide his cock between her parched lips.

Jeffrey moaned as he felt her warm mouth engulfing him, her tongue tentatively caressing his shaft. Despite her weak state, Carolyn seemed eager to please, her movements growing bolder with each passing second. She sucked him deep, using her hands to stroke the base of his cock while her tongue danced along the underside of his swollen head.

Jeffrey groaned, bucking his hips harder, pushing his cock even deeper into the woman's greedy mouth. Her eyes watered, and her breath came in harsh gasps, but she didn't stop. Her desperation to either satisfying him or get any sort of sustenance was palpable, and it only served to heighten Jeffrey's arousal.

With each thrust of his hips, Jeffrey could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing more intense. He grabbed Carolyn's hair and pulled it hard, forcing her to take even more of his cock into her mouth. She didn't resist, her hunger overpowering any sense of self-preservation.

Finally, Jeffrey could hold back no longer. With a roar of pleasure, he erupted within her mouth, his cum shooting down her throat in thick, creamy spurts. Carolyn gagged, her eyes rolling back in her head as she struggled to swallow every last drop of his seed.

As his orgasm subsided, Jeffrey released his hold on her hair, allowing her to collapse in a heap at his feet. She coughed and spluttered. Some of the cum had dripped onto the floor and she eagerly leaned down and licked it up along with the dust. When she finished, her eyes met his, and in that moment, Jeffrey sensed her gratitude realized that he had fully become a terrible person, a monster.

Was this it? He wondered. Was he completely irredeemable? He looked at the face of the woman before him. She was very pretty. That she'd been imprisoned like this by her own family was terrible, if not also really fucking hot.

Then the idea came to him. He could still do something kind. He'd do the kindest thing for Carolyn that he could think of. Yes... it would be perfect.