Page 6 of Written in Scars

“Come to join the party,” Johan asked, slapping the boys boney arse. “I’ll get him warmed up for you.” He thrust harder. “Take my sloppy seconds.”

Sam swallowed his revulsion. This drug-crazed savage was not the man he had married.

“I want them out,” Sam said firmly. “Now.”

“Don’t be a spoil-sport. We’re just getting started.”

“Out!”

“No, you get out,” Johan said. It was the voice of a petulant child. “For fucks sake, you never let me have any fun.”

“Fun?” Sam couldn’t believe this shit. “You think this is fun? Screwing a couple of rancid, filthy whores.”

“Yeah,” Johan said, fucking the boy more aggressively. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled his head back, exposing his face. The boy’s eyes rolled back in his head. “It is fun.”

What a bastard. He had no intention of stopping. He was out of control. Feral.

Sam turned and headed for the door. He left the house without a backwards glance.

---