CHAPTER NINETEEN - Expectations* 1 *
Marvin got up bright and early, tingling like a kid before Christmas.
Of course not all the tingling was excitement. The side of his face stung like a bastard from Maddy’s paint can massage.
He couldn’t wait to get his hands on that b***h.
He’d show the w***e what he thought of all her tough talk. She’d asked for it and he’d give it to her in big f*****g spades.
She’d beg for it, before he was done f*****g her.
Rape.
He liked the sound of the word. It sounded like reap. Like bringing in the crops and harvesting what you’d worked for.
What you deserved.
He made his mind up halfway through the late night news, listening to some politician talk about taxes going up. How there was no helping it. How we’d asked for it and earned it.
Yeah.
Maddy wa
