Day 7

John pulled the last drag from his cigarette and threw it out the window. The West Loop, the area of Chicago that he was in currently, used to be one of the city's most sought-after neighborhoods, known for its modern condos, high-end restaurants, and vibrant nightlife. The area featured several loft-style apartments and had seen significant gentrification in recent years.

You couldn't tell if you looked at the chaos in the streets. Barricades everywhere, burning trashcans, people wounded or **** or worse, left on the pavement where they fell or preyed upon by rioters. Thankfully, none of the filth and decay that had spread around this city was inside this cozy warm apartment and the minority enrichment in action remained behind the screen. Well, mostly.

"I didn't tell you to stop honey, did I?" John said to the middle-aged, Asian woman kneeling between his feet, worshiping his cock.

"Sorry sir, I wanted to take a break, I've been sucking you for thirty min-" she was rudely interrupted by a backhand slap across the face.

"I didn't tell you to keep time either. I told you to suck my dick until I cum down your throat. Are you really unable to follow that simple of an instruction? Perhaps I should call your daughter instead, her name was Hana right?" John quizzically asked, and immediately the asian- Korean he'd been told before the militia broke inτο her apartment- woman kept sucking his dick frantically, tears slowly welling in her eyes.

Apparently, she'd been the wife of some second-lister Hollywood movie star before all this, but he'd gone to the inner city with the rest of the minority celebs to kickstart their "glorious revolution" leaving her alone.

Mistake.