She watched him watching her, his breathing uneasy, his heart beating fast. Sloppy, useless, unfaithful men. Constance couldn't stand them.

As she slid her hand up his thigh, she thought of her husband. Just another sickening, revolting, unfaithful man.

They had a life together. They had a family. Now she had nothing but endless night and the company of men. Greedy, sex-obsessed, unfaithful men.

She directed him to her old home, where she took them all; listened to him scream for his wife as she killed him. The nerve. The f-cking nerve they had; these f-cked up, vile, unfaithful men.

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