Richard exits his car and enters his house before crumbling down on the couch, exhausted and frustrated at how short and terrible the day went.His hand suddenly fly to his nose. "What's that terrible smell?" He gets up from the chair and walks around, trying to sniff out where the smell is coming from. "Gosh, this is so bad. What is this?!" He grumbles to himself, dropping his hands and taking all the smell in after getting tired of breathing with his mouth.He suddenly stops short, his eyes widening in fear. "What the fuck is that?!" He asks no one in particular as his hands fly to his nose once again. He uses a stick to pry open the black trash bag. As soon as it opens, the contents spill out in massive numbers.Richard jumps back, screaming and flinging the rod away from him. "ANTS! ANTS! HELP ME!" He screams repeatedly as he runs into his room and slams the door behind him.Out of the trash bag, thousand and thousands of small sugar ants and different kinds of ants spill out of t

Her first time entering the place, she's wowed as she looks around, hoping to see everything at the same time."Ma'am, it's pretty much your place already. Don't break your neck, if you need a tour, just let me know, you will be my madam soon enough."Ivy smiles politely. "I'll hold you up to that... Miss?""Oh, pardon me. My name is Yen." She smiles politely, bowing slightly."Yen? Like the currency?" Ivy asks to affirm, a small smile growing on her face."Yes, like the currency ma'am. I don't know what my parents were thinking naming me that."Ivy bursts into laughter. "Ask mine too who named me Ivy, like the poisonous vine. We should be so offended but here we are laughing about it." Ivy manages to say, laughing without restraints.Yen laughs as well, liking Ivy already. "Anyway, we'll soon get to the Madam's room now.""Okay, thanks.""You're welcome ma'am. Here it is..." Yen points and opens the door for her to enter. Ivy nods to Yen as she closes the door gently behind her, lea

Ivy pays the taxi driver as she exits the car.She had come to the town along with Grant so she didn't have a her own car with her.She had called Richard earlier when she was leaving the Wrights home and now she's here.Standing outside for a couple of minutes, looking on the exterior of the home she had lived for three years. The house in itself was the only solace she had to herself whenever Richard went out to work or to any other place that didn't require her tagging along with him.She stands by the door and knocks.No response.She knocks again but there's still no response on the inside. She tries the door handle and the door opens.That's weird.What if something happened... She enters the house and looks around and seeing nothing out of the ordinary. She closes the door gently behind her."Richard?!" She calls out and still there's no response from him.She drops her bag and the small box on the couch and walks past the couch into the dining room.Richard isn't there, and ne

Richard groans loudly on the cold, hard floor for about twenty minutes before he can even move any part of his body. Managing to shift to his other side so he's turned to the door, he curses. "Those mother fuckers. They didn't even have enough courtesy to close my door."He looks closely at the door and then notices the clay on the ground along with the heaps of sand. "He broke it?! And my door handle? He'll pay me back for it. I'll make sure. And I'll make sure I get my..." He groans loudly again, the pain in his crotch stinging like a mother fucker.Suddenly, a movement by the door catches his eye and he looks up abruptly. "Who's there?"A man with a huge build comes inside, bending slightly to avoid hitting his head on the door frame. "Hello Mr Richard."Richard frowns slightly, unable to see his face as he's backing the dimming evening sun. "Who are you and why are you inside my house?""I don't think you should be the one asking the questions but for the sake of clarity, I'll say

"What are you doing?! Come on, let me go... I'll give you everything I've got, just release me." Richard pleads and begs on his knees with a black cloth tied over his face.A gruff laughter echoes in the room. "What have you got to give me that I don't have already?" The unknown man asks, sitting in the shadows and watching the man tied less than ten feet of him.Richard shivers for some reason. He doesn't know this voice and yet it seems so familiar to him... Fear clouds a person's memory anyway. "I have a lot. I am Richard Wright. Just let me make a call to my family and you'll know how far my hands go.""Your family? That whore you sleep with? Or the actual Wright's who exiled you less than a month ago?"Richard swallows. "I see you know everything. Just let me go, I'll do something for you, anything.""You can't even do anything for yourself than try to force yourself on your ex wife. Disgusting idiot."Richard scoffs. "You're a man, you will understand if I say some women deserve