Take him up on his offer

Maybe, you think, you can tell him you'll agree to his offer, then when the jackass who's done this to your wife steps away, you can take her back, Kelly too, and make everything how it was again.

As you look at Mr. Milton's vicious smile, you know that could never happen. A man with his power and his influence would find out. Then you'd lose your family for good. Ultimately you know there's only one play here. Take your place as president of the company and as the rightful owner of the slut you married and the slut she squeezed out of her filthy cunt.

You can't believe you're thinking these thoughts. But what choice do you have? You'd better start thinking like this. Your future is either this or losing everything.

"Go home to them." Mr. Milton says with an almost caring tone. "I'll call my man and tell him you're on your way."

You close your eyes and sigh. Of course his man is there right now. Why wouldn't he be? You think about him a lot on your way home. Who could he be? What would he be like? You suppose you should tell yourself that you are grateful to him for doing the hard part - brainwashing Nora and Kelly for you.

Jesus. Kelly. You can't believe she's caught up in this whole thing. She's so innocent and unassuming. You have to wonder. Did she resist? How confused by all this must she be? Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Milton is wrong. Maybe they haven't gotten to her. Maybe you can get control of the situation first.

You arrive home. The house looks pretty normal. Living room, kitchen, all look normal. And then you head into the bedroom. And there's who you suppose is the man. An ugly, skinny, twerp of a man, sitting naked on your bed. Your wife lies asleep next to him. Naked as well, her legs spread. Her pussy shaved. You wonder, did she do that for him or did he do that for her? Her face is slathered in makeup, blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, bright red lipstick, smeared on parted lips, that cum drips from.

"Dude!" The guy says, standing as he sees you. He goes to give you a high five. You don't return the gesture. "That's okay. Hell of a job with this family dude. So fuckin' ripe for destruction. I hope you like my work." He smiles at you.

You glance around the rest of the room. "Where is my daughter?"

"Ha!" he's going to give you an answer he's proud of. You can tell.