Gregory

As Maggie finally gets to witness the fight she realizes it was not a close affair. The sounds of flesh smacking flesh were almost entirely from Gregory dismantling Glenn. Maggie was entirely blown away by how Gregory was fighting. He was ruthless, exploiting every weakness or lapse in defense that Glenn showed. Maggie knew the fight was over when Glenn threw a punch and Gregory caught it and kicked Glenn directly in the groin. Glenn cried out in pain and collapsed to his knees.

Gregory wasn’t done with Glenn yet though. He grabbed Glenn by the hair and delivered a punch with his entire body behind it. Glenn crashed to the floor, blood dripping from his nose and out of his mouth as he sputtered for mercy.

“Pl… plea… please sto-“ Glenn weezed. But Gregory continued to rain down blows all across Glenn’s chest and stomach. Maggie couldn’t stop staring at the man Gregory had become. He went from such a wimp and a coward to this… this, absolute animal. This primal creature of power and ferocity. Maggie didn’t need to check herself to know that she was beyond soaked. As if the interrupted fuck she was having hadnt gotten her worked up enough, this primordial display of dominance sent her well beyond anything she had previously felt. Maggie had already fallen in love with Gregory’s cock, now this display made her fall in love with something so much more seeing how far Gregory had come from being such a sniveling coward to… to this Adonis of combat. Looking upon the display of power Maggie felt herself climax. The orgasm crashed through her and she had to hold the bench to keep herself upright. Sheepishly she glanced around the room but no one was looking at her anymore. They were all focused on the thrashing Glenn was receiving.

Laying curled up on his side Glenn desperately tried to cover himself and soften the blows from Gregory’s fury. Glenn continued to plead, “I give up. You wi. You win, please stop.” Glenn was openly sobbing, tears streaking his cheeks and snot pouring out of his nose.

Maggie saw a darkening in Glenn’s pants and realized the poor creature had just pissed himself. She couldn’t believe herself, how was she ever entangled with such a pathetic loser? How did he ever ‘light her fire’? Maggie couldn’t even get her brain in gear to understand what she had seen in Glenn before. All she saw sobbing and laying on the floor is a broken weeping mess of what was once a man.

Finally Gregory slowed his beating of Glenn. Breathing heavily Gregory walked over to his desk and produced a small handgun, “well Glenn. I think I ought to put you out of your misery don’t you think?”

Glenn could hardly respond he was sobbing so hard. One hand reached out protectively as he looked towards Maggie, begging for help with his eyes.

Maggie felt only contempt for her once husband. This poor thing didn’t deserve to even be in the same room as her, but she wasn’t sure that he should be killed.