These days, the Whitmore family no longer carried the radiance of their past. No matter how hard they tried, their business had been shrinking steadily for years. With the downfall came difficult choices. They were forced to let go of their long-time, experienced staff, replacing them with underpaid, inexperienced workers.
Only a handful of employees now operated the vast estate… none of whom dared speak up or question anything.
From the master bedroom upstairs came the unmistakable sounds of passionate sex. William Whitmore had always been loud in bed. He delighted in hearing his lovers scream beneath him… something that gave him a sick kind of satisfaction, one that no business triumph could rival.
Ironically, the older he got, and the weaker his body became, the more he craved those cries.
