Men

Greg waited with bated breath. He couldn’t wait for those photos. His slut wife sucking a stranger's dick. But those photos never came.

He called the phone number. Straight to the operator.

Fucking hell! He had spent 1000 dollars. And he was scammed. He went to the forum and reported the account — this would do nothing really. Greg wouldn’t get his money back…

The black hooded man hung by his feet on a rope tied to the ceiling. From what he could guess, he was in a garage of some sort with all the motorbikes.

“Let me go you fuckers!” He said in a rat-like voice.

A large man appeared.

“So you think it’s okay to **** women huh?” He said.

“Fucking let me go!”

The man picked him up and swung him. Black hoodie screamed and then when he swung back he was punched in the gut.

Mark woke up. His hands searched for Nadia. No one was there. Then he remembered the night he spent with Vicky. He hadn’t even tried to stop it from happening. He was too stressed about his finances and Vicky was a good stress relief.

There were a few texts from Cameron.

“You idiot. Call me.”