Chapter 26: The Neighbor’s Birth

A few days had already passed since Putty moved into Margot’s apartment. The heavy fucking routine they had on the farm was adapted to the new urban reality: almost every night Kristy and Mackenzie were called over to join in.

The problem was that, without Pôia and Püia to clean every morning, the apartment was turning into a true scatological chaos. Diarrhea, vomit and piss spread across the corners, walls and furniture. The strong, sour smell was already so intense that, every now and then, one of them would vomit just from breathing deeply.

That morning, Margot, Kristy and Mackenzie got ready and left for work at the Daily Cum. Putty stayed alone in the apartment, lying on the sofa watching television, as she had been doing every day.

Suddenly, a loud, desperate scream echoed through the building corridor.

Putty quickly got up, opened the door and looked both ways. She saw no one.

Another scream, followed by a dry thudding sound, clearly came from the neighboring apartment.

She had already noticed that a pregnant woman and her young daughter lived there, but there was also a hoarse male voice shouting inside:

— It’s all you two’s fault, damn it!

Putty stepped into the corridor and pressed her ear against the neighbor’s door. The male voice, heavy with anger, continued:

— I get home and you haven’t even made the food yet? Fuck, how can you be so useless, you damned whore?!

She also heard a female cry interrupted by sobs: — Please ... stop ... I’ll make the food ... I promise ... but please, stop...

Suddenly, another dry thudding sound and a moan of pain. Putty had already understood exactly what was happening. Her face filled with rage.

Without hesitation, she kicked the door, which shattered into a thousand pieces, flying into the apartment.

Putty immediately recognized Nayara and Aisha, the two Black neighbors who had already exchanged polite greetings with her in the corridor a few times.

Nayara was on the floor in the corner of the living room, with her huge pregnant belly, a purple bruise quickly forming around her left eye. Aisha stood in front of her mother, protecting her with her own body, arms spread wide.

In front of them, reeking of cheap whiskey, holding an empty beer bottle in one hand and a clenched fist in the other, was a Black man with a protruding belly.

Everyone looked at Putty. The man, irritated and staggering, growled: — What the fuck is this? Who the hell are you, you crazy bitch?