The Fox Beside The Henhouse ()

None of that prepared you for the depths he was willing to descend to. He may have been a bit of a creep, but that didn’t mean he was prepared to act on it. Well, now it seemed he was done with her rejections.

He must have put a great deal of time and effort to get ahold of that information. There was no way he could have simply stumbled on it. Which meant that he must have been actively looking into your wife’s background. This was a concerted effort to research her with the intent of forcing her obedience.{If Male = true}

As much interest as he’d shown in your wife, you had to wonder if humiliating you was also part of his aims. He’d always enjoyed playing machismo games with you, for his own self-aggrandizement. Like a compulsive need to prove himself superior. In his twisted brain, was he “proving his superiority” by forcing your wife to fuck him?{endif}{if Female = true}

You fumed openly. Men like him couldn’t stand it when a woman didn’t want to be with him. It wasn't just that he wanted to put his greasy hands on your wife. This had to be his sick wave of proving a point. They also could never stand it when they realized that their “prey” was off with another woman. They could barely respect the “claim” of another man. If she was with another woman though, that meant she was “free real estate”. Her consent didn’t matter. Your marriage didn’t matter. He just had to have what he wanted.{endif}

There was a monster in the house next door. There was a fox circling outside the henhouse. He’d been there the entire entire time, and you hadn’t truly realized it.

You felt a sudden urge to get up and close the kitchen blinds. It was dark out and you didn’t know if there was someone, or perhaps a camera, outside watching you. This wasn’t a man who had the slightest respect for your privacy. You didn’t know what you were dealing with.