Brutal Homecoming

Sergei left Anna in tears.

Worthless whore. He loved to play but easily got bored of old toys. Anna was all washed up. Covered in old jizz.

He finally booked the flight back – after messing around in the casino and with a couple hookers.

Ah, that smell. Heat. He was home. And he was ready to tip Cameron over and pound her to oblivion. He loved her. And his love language was brutal.

Picked up the Porsche. Black. Matte. Hot shit.

Didn’t even call. Rocked up to the big suburban house. Owned it. Owned her.

Dick hard. Ready. All grins. But when he opened the door he heard weeping.

His wife. Cameron. Tearing up. Hidden in the windowsill – sunlight streaming through. She looked at him with wet eyes.

Crying, echoing Anna. Sour taste in Sergei’s mouth. Damn…