Felipe returns home to discover his wife in a shocking scene with another powerful man, unleashing emotions of pain, humiliation, and internal conflict in a ruthless world.
Felipe turned the key in the lock, fatigue weighing on every bone. Another day of scavenging on interstellar Earth had left him exhausted, the smell of rusted metal and debris still clinging to his skin. The door opened with a familiar creak, and the thick air of the room greeted him like a slap. Something was wrong. He felt it the moment his boots touched the floor of the small dwelling.
The dimness of the main room was his only welcome. Felipe moved forward, his steps silent on the worn metal floor. The dim light from an emergency lamp flickered in the corner, casting dancing shadows on the walls. That's when he saw it. Or rather, he saw them.
In the center of the room, on the rickety sofa that had witnessed so many nights of intimacy, his wife lay beneath the body of another man. The scene was a punch to the stomach, a blow that left him breathless. She, a woman with chocolate skin and sculpted muscles, trophies of past battles that glistened with sweat, was being taken by a stranger. The man moved casually, his rhythm steady and brutal, as if the outside world didn't exist.
Felipe froze in the doorway, his mind struggling to process what met his eyes. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the silence, a primal rhythm echoing in his ears. The man, his back to Felipe, was tall and heavily built, his pale skin a stark contrast to his wife's darkness. His short, messy black hair clung to his sweaty forehead as he leaned over her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Felipe's wife, her firm, masculine rear end crushed by the stranger's weight, seemed oblivious to her husband's presence. Her eyes were closed, her face a mask of pleasure and submission. Her dark breasts, marked by scars that told stories of survival, rose and fell in time with her gasps. The man, noticing Felipe's presence, didn't stop. Instead, he turned his head, a mocking smile on his lips.
"You didn't expect this, did you, scavenger?" the man said, his voice hoarse and full of contempt. "Your little wife has been paying me in secret. Protection, you know. Someone has to make sure no one bothers her in this dump of a world."
The revelation hit Felipe like a punch in the gut. The man was the brother-in-law of someone important in the upper classes of this wasteland. A guy with connections, the kind of person who could make Felipe and his wife's life a little less miserable. Or a lot worse, if he got angry.
Felipe's wife, her body still being penetrated by the stranger, showed no reaction to the man's words. Her hands, calloused from years of hard work, clutched the wrinkled sheets, her nails digging into the fabric. The man brazenly inserted his fingers into her, playing with her breasts, his movements expert and ruthless.
"She likes it, you know," the man whispered, his breath hot in Felipe's ear. "She likes me to dominate her. To make her feel small and submissive." His free hand moved down, gripping his member tightly before burying it back inside her. "And I love giving it to her."
Felipe felt bile rise in his throat. The man wasn't just fucking his wife, but he was doing it with calculated cruelty, a show of power that made it clear: she was his, at least for now. And then, the final act, the one that made Felipe feel like the world was crumbling around him.
The man stopped, his body tense over hers. With a grunt, he released himself inside her, his hot urine mixing with his semen. Felipe's wife moaned, her body arching under the stranger's weight, her pleasure evident and unfiltered.
"See?" the man said, his voice now soft, almost affectionate. "She likes it. She likes me marking her. Knowing she's mine, even if it's just for a little while."
Felipe, paralyzed, wondered if this was the price of survival in this trashy world. If allowing his wife to sell herself to the highest bidder was the cost of keeping a roof over their heads and food on their plates. Or if it was time to reclaim what was his, no matter the consequences.
The scene closed with Felipe's conflicted gaze. His eyes, normally cold and calculating, now reflected a storm of emotions: anger, pain, humiliation. The man, still inside her, whispered something in his wife's ear, something only she could hear. She smiled, a small but meaningful gesture, before closing her eyes and allowing herself to be swept away by the pleasure.
Felipe turned around, his heavy footsteps echoing in the silence of the room. The door closed behind him with a dull thud, leaving him alone with his thoughts. The outside world, with its waste and despair, awaited him. But for the first time in a long time, Felipe wasn't sure he wanted to face it.