On a road of New York city, a black Porsche 911 gt3 rs was stuck in traffic. Inside, a man of below average height sat, wearing a black suit. He was tapping the steering wheel impatiently, waiting for the red light to turn green, when his phone rang.
He picked up the phone and started talking, "Yeah yeah I know I'm la-", he stopped mid sentence when he heard what his co-worker told him over the phone and hung up in anger.
He hit the steering wheel furiously, "Damnit! How could they cancel the meeting like that?! Then what was my 100 page analysis for?!", he muttered to himself.
The signal turned green and the car behind him started honking. Shaking his head in disappointment, the man stepped on the gas pedal and took a u-turn instead of going straight.
In about 15 minutes, he reached his apartment and skillfully parked the car in an underground parking area. As he was walking to the elevator, he saw a security guard on way and noticed how he looked at him. The guard's eyes widened momentarily with surprise, and a look of pity took place of surprise.
Straightening his blonde hair, the man in black suit ignored the weird security guard and entered the elevator and went to the 7th story.
Exiting the elevator, he walked to his apartment. A smile naturally appeared on his face. His girlfriend, Stacy, had moved in with him last month. And now he couldn't wait to surprise Stacy with his sudden return as he was supposed to be in a meeting right now.
He was about to ring the bell when his ears caught a familiar noise from behind the door. It was Stacy, she was screaming. No, he took a moment to notice, Stacy wasn't screaming, she was moaning.
Then he remembered the look of pity in the eyes of the guard he came across.
'No… no… it can't be, right? Stacy… she loves me, doesn't she. Yeah, she must be just using a toy.' He dismissed the doubt and was about to press the bell when he heard another sound from behind the door.
It was a grunt. A man was in his apartment. With Stacy. Moans and grunts.
The eyes of the man with blonde hair widened. With fear. With betrayal. With unacceptance.
He hesitantly, with shaking hands, took out a spare door key from his pocket and silently opened the door.
He walked in, with moist eyes. He stood in front of the bedroom. Gathering courage, taking a heavy breath with determination, he slammed open the bedroom door.
Tears flowed down his cheeks, his expression terrified and broken. "Why… Stacy… just why?"
In Front of him, on his bed, his girlfriend was sitting atop a handsome and tall man, both naked, enveloping each other, in mid pleasure, stared back at him with eyes wide and mouths hung open.
Stacy opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, trying to come up with a response, while the man she was sitting on didn't even try to speak.
For a minute, the three of them just stared at each other. After a moment, Stacy gave up on coming up with something to deny the current situation and stood up, with the region between her legs still wet. "Oh come on, Hugo! What did you expect? You didn't really think I wouldn't cheat on you right? I mean, come on Hugo, did you really think I was satisfied with your 4 inches? Absolutely not!"
"No… but… but you loved me… you told me you loved me…" Hugo stammered, his words refusing to come out as he intended.
"Seriously? How dumb can you be to not figure it out? The only thing I ever loved about you is your damn money!" Stacy threw her arms around in exaggeration, her breasts bounced sligthly as she did.
"No… impossible…" Hugo denied the reality right in front of him. He looked at the man Stacy cheated on him with. He just sat there, noticing Hugo's gaze, he just shrugged at Hugo.
Hugo clenched his fist in denial or maybe in fury and anger. Next moment, he ran out of the apartment, leaving Stacy and the other man slightly bewildered.
Instead of taking the elevator, Hugo took the stairs and ran down to the underground parking. He entered the car and slammed the door of the expensive Porsche.
Starting the car, he floored the gas pedal, the engine of the 911 roared as he did. With his vision blurry, Hugo left the underground parking lot.
He weaved through the traffic skillfully, to God knows where, his destination unknown to himself. He just wanted to escape, but where could Hugo go to escape the reality?
Hugo drove at very high speed, going close to 150 mph, obviously a lot above the speed limit. Noticing a cop car in the rear mirror, Hugo muttered "Yeah fuck you too!"
He sped the car further, ignoring the warnings of the police chasing behind him, now going 167 mph.
His eyes, blurry with tears, only made the tunnel vision much worse, Hugo could barely see the road, or where he was going.
He floored the gas pedal again, now going 181 mph, close to his car's speed limit. The cop was long left behind, and Hugo chuckled with disdain as he noticed the cop missing in his rear view mirror.
Next moment, for some reason, the left back tire of the Porsche exploded and the car went out of control.
'Shit… Haha…. So that's it. What a shifty way and reason to go out… fuck.' Hugo thought to himself. Very soon, almost instantly, the 911 slammed into the wall of the tunnel that was up ahead, taking an unrecognizable crushed shape. Hugo instantly died.
And then, unexpectedly, Hugo found himself floating in a dark, lightless, lifeless and motionless void.