A middle-aged man sat behind a desk working at a computer as his cellphone rang. Looking at it, I saw a picture of his youngest daughter, who was turning 18 today. A smile spread across his face as he answered it.
"Hello, princess. What do you need?" He asked as a muffled moan came over the phone, a girl's voice speaking.
"Nothing, daddy. I just wanted to know when you would be coming home. We have a very special gift for you. *Mmm*" As he listened to her, an odd moan came out over the phone. "Are you okay?" He asked his daughter, making her chuckle.
"It's nothing, I was getting a taste of something good. Mom is getting it too." He felt odd about the phrasing, but they might just be talking about food; he knew his daughter liked sweets.
"What are you eating that's so good?" The man asked his daughter. A giggle came out as his daughter spoke.
"Sis brought back some nice African sasuges from near her college. She has been bringing them over for the last three years. Mother and the three of us love them so much. But you probably wouldn't like them, in fact, I bet you would hate it." His daughter said with amusement, making the man scoff.
"I like sausages, why would I hate them?" He said it in jest, making his daughter laugh loudly as she replied.
"Sure, we will show them to you once you get back. It's part of the special surprise anyway. I have to go now, these sausages are quite big. So I need to use both hands to eat them." She said before hanging up.
Why was his daughter so happy about sausages? The man couldn't understand it; her voice had a cold tone. She was never like this, but the man just shook his head, thinking it was because she was eighteen now and wanted to be more grown-up.
Looking at a picture of his wife and three daughters, he realized they had helped him get to where he was as the CEO of a major import business in Portland, letting him live a good life. Everything these last twenty years he was able to do because of them, he loved them dearly. "They grow up so fast. She will be joining the same college as her sister. She had been visiting them every weekend, even my wife would spend a day up there."
The man sighed; he worked six of seven days a week. To give them an easy life, so if his wife wanted to visit our daughter for a day or two, then it wasn't a problem. Looking at his watch, it was five, and he would be done at seven. He had already bought his daughter a diamond-and-emerald necklace—his youngest likes those two stones.
Meanwhile, back at the man's home. "Did your father find out?" A man's voice said as gagging could be heard as a blonde-haired girl slowly pulled the man's cock out of her mouth. "He is so trusting of us that he has no idea that sis had already made mother cheat on him for the last three years. He is a fool, that would be blinded by love for us." She said as she looked over to a woman moaning as she rides a man's cock.
"Your dick is so much bigger than my husband's, I wouldn't be able to feel this kind of pleasure from him." The woman said, looking at her youngest, smiling as her daughter smirked. "Dad is going to have a heart attack when he sees the people he loves being fucked by these big dicks." She said, holding onto the man's cock as he burst out in laughter.
"With family like you, who needs enemies. But it's not like I hate that, once we get what we want from him, we will leave him alone. Well, he will be alone after tonight anyway, as his wife and daughters will be leaving this house." He said, grabbing the girl's hair and forcing his dick back inside her mouth as he watched her blue eyes looking up at him happily.
Back at the office, an older man spoke. "Have a good night, Mister Willford." Making the middle-aged man look at him in confusion. He had never seen the older man standing there. "Who may you be?" The man asked as the older man smiled, giving Willford the shivers as he spoke. "Just a part-time cleaner." He said.
The older man's voice sent shivers down Willford's spine, as if it were dark and evil. A primal chill like one would have from standing in the middle of the woods at night without any light, the quiet darkness smoothering you. That was the feeling Willford was experiencing, looking at this man.
He quickly nodded and replied. "You have a good night too," Willford said as he heard a sinister chuckle. "I always do." Before he began to whistle as he mopped, Willford quickly moved towards the elevator, his heart racing as his mind and soul were telling him to run as far away from the older man. It was like an instinctive response to a threat to his well-being.
As the elevator opened, he sighed, walking into it as it was closing, a mop handle stopped it. "Looks like I am done with this floor. I need to go to the bottom floor now. Shall I join you, Mister Willford?" The older man had stopped the elevator from closing and entered.
The door closed, and the lights flickered just for a moment, but Willford could have sworn he had seen the older man's reflection change into something his mind couldn't put into words. His back was sweating so much that he could feel his undershirt soaked. "Mister Willford, may I ask you a question?" The older man said.
"S-s-sure." Willford couldn't speak without stuttering, making the older man smile. "How do you see human society now?" He asked Willford. Making Willford tilt his head was confusing. "I mean, it isn't perfect, but a lot better, why?" Willford said, making the older man chuckle and shake his head.
"I see it differently, now it's nothing more than a bunch of people wearing masks hiding their true natures. They are cowards who want to do wicked things but are too sacred for everyone to see it. Let me ask you something else: if the family that you loved so much betrayed you, what would you do?" The older man said.
"THEY WOULDN'T!" Willford yelled out in anger, making the older man's eyes light up. "You have a strong love, but let me give you a piece of wisdom. Never trust anyone; everyone is just a liar using others for their benefit. This is a fact. Once you become something that doesn't offer anything in return, they will throw you to the side, especially nowadays. In a world where morality has been degraded as something 'evil'." The older man said as the elevator opened.
"Oh, one more thing, Mister Willford. When you love strongly, if those people betray you, an even stronger hatred will be born. I advise you to embrace that hate and use it for whatever you desire. You have earned the right to lash out and inflict pain and suffering on humanity, and how they have fallen. For the stupid belief in progressiveness." The older man said while whistling as he walked away.
Willford quickly left the building, getting into the car sitting there as he thought about what had happened. Shaking his head. "They wouldn't betray me, not after everything I had done for them. They must know how much I love them." He said to himself as he gripped the stirring wheel and pulled out of his parking spot, not knowing the old man watching him drive away.
"That hate inside you is going to be strong. And rightfully so, humanity needs to remember where it belongs. In the dirt and mud, as they are nothing more than insects in the grand scheme of things, and need to act like it." The old man said as a wide-toothed grin spread across his face, his eyes turned into black spheres with three moving balls of light in each.
He sank into a black liquid below him before disappearing from view as Willford drove off.
Willford couldn't stop shaking the feeling that something bad was going to happen, a cripping feeling in his heart like a soul-crushing heartache. No matter how much he tried to push it out of his mind, doubt started to move in. "It was just the babbling of an old man, she wouldn't hurt me," Willford said to himself, but why did it feel hollow to him?
Finally pulling up to his house, the lights weren't on, odd, he thought to himself. Before smiling, they probably were going to surprise me with something. That thought started to push the bad ones to the back of his mind as he got out of the car and grabbed his bag before walking to the front door, opening it.
Walking inside, he called out. "Samantha, I am home." He called out for his wife as a giggle came out from the dark. "Over here." She replied, making Willford walk towards it as he looked into a dark room, with only a slight moonlight cutting through as he stepped inside.
"Samantha, where are you?" He called once more as he heard movement, and a woman stepped into the light. "Here I am." She said, making Willford freeze as he says his wife makes a white liquid flow down her thighs as a black man walks out from the darkness, wrapping his arms around her, squeezing her breasts, making her moan.
Just as Willford was about to speak, his vision blurred as he felt something hit the back of his head. Then darkness filled his eyes.