Ricardo

I could tell by the way she looked at me, I disgusted her. I could tell by the way she ran up the stairs as if she was competing in the Olympics. She ran not only up the stairs, but to her room, so she hadn’t left yet. I should go up there, to try and reassure her, but I would be lying to not only her but myself.

I got a fucking kick out of seeing Gold whimper. I heard from the hospital that they had spent all night trying to fix his cock back on. Fucking waste of space, as his wife would have to spend her days having to bring him back to health. I made sure she knew she’d be wasting her time. I ensured there was enough evidence of every single time he fucked someone else, or even worse threatened a woman who would lose her job, even one where he offered to pay her husband’s medical bills if she fucked him. She did, and Gold never paid. She lost her job, her home, and her dignity. I made sure all this landed on Mrs. Gold’s doorstep. I had videos, pictures, and all the rest of it, and