Chapter 10

Across town from you and your wife, Grudge sits on his worn-out couch. The dim light from the television flickers across his face, casting shadows that accentuate the hard lines of his features. He takes a swig from the cold beer in his hand, his fifth of the night, the liquid providing a momentary reprieve from the thoughts that swirl through his mind.

Your wife, whose name he doesn't even know, has been teasing him for weeks. Her suggestive glances, the way she brushes against him as she passes, the subtle touches that she never quite manages to hide. It is as if she is dangling a piece of meat in front of a starving beast, and he is growing hungrier by the day.

He can't understand her motives. Is she fucking with him, seeing if he'll take the bait and risk his freedom for a taste of forbidden pussy? Or is she simply a lonely, **** woman, looking for a way to escape the mundane routine of her life?

Grudge curses under his breath as he watches the explicit scene unfold on the screen. The image your wife, her long legs wrapped around the man's waist, flashes in his mind. He wants her, no doubt about it. He'd like to fuck your wife raw. But the risk is too great without understanding the game being played. The last thing he needs is to draw the attention of the law, especially after just getting out of prison.

He takes another swig from his beer, trying to drown his thoughts in the bitterness of the ****. As the images on the screen change, he can't help but imagine himself in the role of the man on the screen, burying himself deep inside your slutty wife. The thought makes him growl, a low, guttural sound that echoes through the empty apartment.

Grudge knows he has to tread lightly. He wants your wife, but he can't afford to get caught up in some domestic bullshit. The question is, how can he take her without getting fucked over in the process?

As Grudge sits in his dimly lit living room, he can't help but think about you, the husband of the slut he's been eyeing for weeks. He figures you must be a pussy, unable to satisfy your wife. Grudge's mind wanders to your physical attributes, and he can't help but imagine a small, limp dick that could never satisfy your wife's primal urges.

Grudge finishes the beer in his hand and reaches for the last one in the six-pack cooling in a nearby cooler. He takes a long swig, savoring the bitter taste. As he pictures you, he can't help but feel contempt for you. He figures you are an asshole, that you are someone who doesn't even know what your own wife needs.

In Grudge's mind, your wife craves rough, unapologetic treatment. She needs to be degraded, to submit to the will of a powerful, dominant man. The thought of you being oblivious to her true desires only fuels Grudge's desire to claim her for himself.

Grudge stares at the bottle in his hand, his eyes filled with determination. He decides that you are a loser, someone who doesn't deserve your hot, slutty wife. Grudge intends to prove to your wife, and to you, that he is the man capable of giving her the raw, animalistic pleasure she craves.

With this newfound conviction, Grudge sets his plan in motion. He'll find a way to get close to your wife, to show her the true depths of pleasure she's been missing. And when he does, he'll take her for himself, leaving you behind to stew in your own inadequacy.

As Grudge ccontinus to watch the explicit scenes on the screen, his mind races with a new plan. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that your wife is her own worst enemy. Her actions are a clearly self destructive and it's only a matter of time before her world comes crashing down around her. The woman will likely be left all alone as a consequence of her on actions, humiliated and ****, and that's when Grudge will strike.

He smirks, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He doesn't need to **** the situation; he can simply bide his time and let fate take its course, and seize any opportunity to help things in that direction.

Grudge knows that he can't afford to make any rash decisions. He just has to stay under the radar, keep a low profile, and wait for the right moment to make his move. It's a game of patience, and he is more than willing to play it. He learned how to be patient in prison. As the night wears on, Grudge finishes his beer and turns off the television.

He crawls into bed, a sense of satisfaction filling him as he drifts off to sleep. Whatever game your wife is playing, he is the one who will ultimately come out on top. He will be there to pick up the pieces when your wife is finally shattered, and he will fuck her in the most degrading and humiliating way possible. He is an opportunistic predator, and your wife is the perfect prey.