Missax-Intruder part III
It's the anniversary of the most insane day of my life. 5 years ago, my husband, who is now my ex-husband, came into our apartment in a frantic mood. "We've got to go, pack up, we're catching a plane to Mexico-- a surprise!" I know my husband was acting unusual, but he works for the CEO of Logikcorp, he's his right hand man, and they oftentimes have to leave at the drop of a dime.
At the airport my husband hands me my luggage, kisses me, and tells me to leave on the plane without him, that he has some loose ends to tie up. I was confused, but he was so rushed, whatever he was doing seemed important, and he's the type of man to not discuss his secret business affairs with me. I furrow my brow at him, kiss him, and tell him, "see you soon, darling." I later find out that in my carryon luggage is 3.4 million in cash!
My husband meets me the next day, I'm a nervous wreck, he tells me that he stole the money from his boss and we'll be rich. It's not in my character to steal! I begged him to give it back, and Mr. Hussin will forgive him, sure he'll be disappointed, but he is a kind man. My husband grasped me by the shoulders and told me we would BOTH go to Federal Prison since I was an accomplice.
2 weeks later, we divorced. I took 400,000 of the money and moved to a rural town in Wisconsin. I changed my name, I dyed my hair, and "borrowed" some of the cash to start my dream life. I bought my first home, a modest Victorian fixer-upper. I started a coffee shop, and now five years later, business is booming! I fully intend to call Mr. Hussin and confess, give him the 200,578 thousand I still have, and promise to pay the rest back when I earn it, in interest!
As each year passes, my well intentions begin to fade, and I start to justify the theft. He was BORN with money, I've been poor my entire life. He was unkind to my husband once at a party, embarrassed him by making him feel like he was "the help." He's not that kind after all. Who deserves the money? I do. I do. I swear to God, I do.
I shake the unpleasant thought off and continue my jog. I put the key into the door knob, and it's open. I'm not that careless usually, but sometimes I am.. it's such a safe little town. I peel off my sweaty coat, and grab a glass of water when I see muddy boot prints in my home. Large boot prints, the size of a large man. My heart drops, could it be him? What if he's here? I grab a knife and head up to my bedroom where I keep my safe with all the cash I stole, or borrowed-- whatever. I sneak in, I lie and tell him the "police are on their way."
He jumps out from behind the door and we wrestle until my steel knife hits the floor. My hands are tied by his strong hands over my head. My eyes are wide, focused on the mask man. A common criminal, no doubt, but I am desperate for my life. "You can have anything you want, sir.. please, don't hurt me." He looks over my body like a ravenous an.i.maal, and he gropes me, tears down my pants. I then see his eyes, those familiar eyes, brown, hazel, warm, but this time they look at me in determination, he wants revenge.
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Runtime : 22min 58s
File Size : 190 MB
Resolution : 854x480
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