Chapter 4

Omar’s basement had acquired two artifacts of tremendous power. He hung Annette’s panties on the wall, the ones he loved to cum into, and in the frame where there used to be a photograph of his hometown, he placed the picture of the second-floor beauty on all fours. There was nothing the old man didn’t do to “that bitch” in his fantasies. He fucked her in front of her husband, on camera during her yoga classes, in her sleep while she lay there unaware ... What did it matter how or where? The only thing that mattered was fucking.

The old man was very advanced in years, but that means nothing when your libido is flaming with hellfire from within. His peers might have envied him, but hardly any of them would have wanted to pay the same price as Omar. He had become a vessel of darkness.

Omar now came back down to the basement after work with genuine pleasure.

That husband of Anna’s - what was his name, Yuri? A loser through and through, even though he strutted around as if he were such a serious and important man. Imagine it: first he accidentally sends a photo of his wife’s bare breasts, and then he “loses” another erotic picture of her in the street. The second photo didn’t show her face, but the beast inside Omar recognized Anna by her hair, her breasts, her skin ... he could smell the female he wanted to take.

For the moment, the old man was satisfied, but he could already feel the demonic hunger building again. It was unlikely this Yuri would keep throwing his wife’s pictures around, which meant the immigrant would have to start acting on his own.

And now let us return to Yuri. What would You do in his place? Imagine that You are him. You have two profiles. On the right, you’re a demigod; on the left, you’re the devil. One of them will help You - has to help. For Me, as the narrator, it doesn’t matter which. But for You, as the hero, it’s not all the same at all.

Ever since Omar’s intrusion into his apartment, Yuri had been turning to his left side. At the same time, he understood that he couldn’t keep feeding the old man a constant stream of photographs. He understood that, for now, he still had the chance to own his guilt, to make amends, and to go on living a normal life. Yes, Yuri had experienced staggering, indescribably vivid sensations, but he still had enough good sense to see how dead-end the path to that kind of high was. It was like exchanging everything most precious you have for a drug. In the end, there’s simply nothing left.

Yuri decided to replace his destructive desires with bright ones. He began driving the darkness out of himself with something simple - by treating his subordinates better. Then he started buying his wife flowers and gifts, bringing back their candy-and-flowers phase. When Yuri walked past the old man cleaning the sidewalk and felt that familiar negativity and urge to pick on him, he decided he had to swap that negativity for something positive as well. Why not try, even if it felt forced at first, to start talking to the janitor kindly?