NEXT MORNING

The sun rose, and Fred walked out of bed at 7:00 a.m. sharp, like a robot. Within ten minutes, he got dressed and took a look at himself in the mirror, a smug expression playing on his face.

Memories of the previous night replayed in his head, satisfying him to the core. He recalled how Dean had begged for help after he seduced Bethany.

Bethany was his, and she would always be his. It had taken him two years to plan his mission, and it wouldn't be complete without Bethany. If Dean got in the picture, his plan would be ruined.

Fred took his wallet and headed out...