" Hal said as I watched. “I called your wife the day after she locked you up and she agreed we should keep you locked and that I should hold the key... After tonight you will not be allowed sex with her or anyone. Besides—her pussy will so stretched by black cock, she wouldn’t feel your turtle dick even if you were to fuck her.” He said laughing. “She also will be fucking only black men now that she’s had a taste of the forbidden fruit." Saying as the last man removed himself from my wife.“Looks. That adds another one hundred sixty-nine thousand Euros.”His phone ringing made him pause the amount each owed to answer it.“My boss requires that I collect the forty-three thousand Euros for unpaid utilities, eight-thousand Euros for fuel oil, and eighty-two-thousand for outstanding water and sewer repairs owed by the previous owners. In your urgency to acquire the property, it appears to have agreed to cover any not yet invoiced debts from before the closing,” the man said with a wide. Suspended in the air by her waist (securing her by her belt above her ass and hoisting her face up into the air). A bunch of hands, probably 20 or more clawed at her jeans. The tears in them gave way easily. It was weird, I could see them being torn from her ankles up. The denim slowly disappeared. Pieces of torn shredded denim were held like trophy pieces. The more that was torn off, the more excited the drunken crowd became. The crowd thought it was a game slowly taking more and more denim. (I actually got it to 5 pages, but scrapped that attempt.) I chose to not do that. I have said what I wanted to say. In this case, I wanted to write about someone who was abused and got back at the more ‘powerful’ abuser, and do it publically. The victim was not to allow the shame of homosexual rape (and the expected photos to blackmail him) from stopping him getting back. I wanted to write about a single incident that stated or implied so much more, with significantly fewer words. This does.