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Faces of Evil
Copyright 2021 by E. L. Jefferson
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Acknowledgements
Thank you to all my friends and family for your support, and especially to my old girl who always believed in me.
There is a touch of evil in all of us.
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Stimulated by Evil
Wedded to Evil
Visited by Evil
Motivated by Evil
Consumed by Evil
Betrayed by Evil
Sanctioned by Evil
Blinded by Evil
Devoted to Evil
Compelled by Evil
We have always been told that crime doesn t pay to instill fear in us. The truly evil among us know that s bullshit, it can be quite lucrative, depending on who profits.
Stimulated by Evil

We ve been watching this damn house for a fuckin week now, and it s the same shit every day, Chuck said, pounding his fist on the dashboard. Every morning, at 9:00 a.m. sharp, these same workers show up, do whatever the fuck it is they do, and leave at 6:00 p.m. Not a damn thing has changed since last Monday,
There is a reason, dumb ass, Tony said. We watch this shit to learn what s happening and when, and to check out the hood. We know they ve been installing shit for a while now. We don t know what it is, but when they re done, we re gonna steal everything in that motherfucker, whether it s nailed down or not. We know the owners are long gone and won t be back from their fuckin vacation for another five days. I hate these rich motherfuckers. They come in here, flashing their fuckin money, buying these big fucking houses. We re gonna rob this motherfucker blind.
Rob chimed in. Yeah, well I hope that dumb ass ho you fuckin at the bank is right about the shit she told you about the motherfuckers who live here.
Carla s been right so far. Tony grinned. She works for the motherfucker that owns the house. He s the bank manager or some shit. I seen him. He drives that Jag in the driveway to work in the mornings. We saw him drive away in the BMW to the airport with his fuckin family. He s a short fat-ass gray boy, always wears a suit and fucked up ties.
I d would love to lay dick to the banker s wife, Rob thought. Maybe next time I ll come back by myself and fuck the shit out of her .
Carla says he s a fuckin dick to all the workers at the bank, and that he s a weird motherfucker, Tony said. He s into some shit called wicken or wicked or some shit like that. Whatever the fuck that is. She says he was bragging about taking his fuckin family to some fuckin place in Europe for two weeks. He was talkin shit, like how he wanted to get away from everyone before he fired them all. He s gonna be surprised like shit when he brings his fat ass home. Tony slapped his knee and laughed.
Hey, Tony, Rob asked, how do you know this bitch ain t gonna rat us out when word gets out that his crib got broken into?
Look, Rob, Tony replied, that s not gonna happen. All that dumb ho cares about is this dick up her ass. I got tired of her talking about how fucked up her boss is, and how she d like to fuck him over. So, I asked the bitch about the dude. She filled in all the blanks, so don t worry, motherfucker. She don t know shit, least of all what we re up to. And even if she did, I m tappin that ass every night. She won t say shit, the dumbass ho.
So, when are we gonna do this thing? Rob asked. We ve cased this place long enough, and we got about five days before fat-ass comes home. Everybody knows the workers are gone at 6:00 p.m. Chuck already scoped them out, asking if their company is hiring any new employees because he s looking for work. Dude told him they d be done here by noon today, and he gave him a card to call the company. So, this is the last day of the job.
We ll hit that motherfucker today about 2:00 p.m., Tony said. People in the neighborhood won t suspect shit. All they ll see is the same three-coverall uniforms working in the house until 6:00 p.m., as normal. The van won t be a problem, because they ve used different unmarked vehicles the whole job. By 6:00 p.m., we ll have handled our business and got the fuck out. He turned to Chuck. Chuck, you got the same type uniforms as they have on, right?
Yeah, Tony. No problem. You can buy that shit anywhere cheap.
We re ready then. Tony s mouth cracked into a vicious smirk. Let s go get something to eat, come back, and go to work.
***
They returned at 2:00 p.m.
All right, this is the plan, Tony announced. We ll park our van in the front of the house, like normal. Chuck, you and Rob go around to the back of the house, under the deck, with the toolboxes. We know there s an alarmed key box under the deck. That s how the workers got in every day. Rob, you cut the power cord to the key box and smash it open with the sledgehammer. Go through the house and open the garage door. I ll back the van up into the garage, and then we go to work.
Tony backed the van onto the driveway, and Chuck and Rob proceeded to the back of the house. Like clockwork, all went as planned. The lock box was deactivated and broken open. Chuck and Rob entered the house under the deck and hurried to the garage entrance.
Rob laughed. Man, this is too fuckin easy.
Yeah, Chuck agreed. Like taking candy from a baby.
They opened the door for Tony, placed their toolboxes into the back of the van, and reentered the house.
Tony gathered his crew together. All right, here s the plan. We have three hours, tops, to do our thing and get the fuck outta here. Rob, you take the upstairs. Check every room. We want cash, jewelry, electronics, and video systems. Chuck, you take the basement, and man, tie your fuckin shoes before you bust your ass.
Fuck you, Tony, Chuck replied. This is a big fuckin house.
I know, motherfucker, Tony responded. That s why we re here. Same thing for you, Chuck. All small electronics, computers, phones, game systems, all that type shit, and we take every flat screen in this bitch. I ll take the middle level. The van is in the garage, and the garage door is closed and locked, so go get busy, niggas.
Tony proceeded to explore the house. Chuck s dumb ass is right. This is a big fuckin house, and it is well furnished. Too damn bad we can t take all this shit. This is a one-time deal. What we can t take, we re gonna trash anyway, so fuck it .
Some statuettes on the mantle caught Tony s eye, and he paused to take a closer look. These are some ugly little motherfuckers. They can keep this shit. Each figure was about six inches tall. He had never seen statues like this before and, for some reason, they frightened him just a little. They look like little hairy shrunken people or some shit, and they smell awful. Ugly little fuckers. Oh, well. Fuck these rich, weird fuckers. They ll be buying all new shit when we re done . Tony laughed as that thought came to mind.
He stopped for a second to admire the kitchen. He noticed several appliances that would be coming with them. Man, this is some nice top-quality shit . He went over to the refrigerator and opened the door. Seeing all the food inside reminded him of times growing up as a kid. His family s refrigerator was damn near always empty, and it had never had this much food in it.
That thought made him angry. Some fuckin people have it so fuckin easy.
He and his had always had to struggle and always had barely enough to eat. A bowl of strawberries sitting on the center shelf caught his attention, but he was not sure why. I have never liked those motherfuckers; the damn seeds always get caught in my teeth .
Thoughts of his childhood struggles returned. He remembered times he d asked his mother to buy certain items when she d go grocery shopping. She would have to say no many times, because they could not afford certain items. That thought made him angrier as he peered into the very well stocked refrigerator. I hate these rich, arrogant, motherfuckers. They always looked down on me as if I m a piece of shit. Well, I ll show these motherfuckers. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. I hope I have a gallon of piss in me so I can spray all this shit .
He pissed all over the contents of the refrigerator, leaving no level of the refrigerator dry. Every corner of every shelf was now dripping with piss. He purposely saved a little just for the uncovered strawberries. He laughed as he watched his piss cover the fruit and settle into the bottom of the fruit bowl. Putting his dick back in his pants, he slammed the door as hard as he could. He laughed as he walked away, shouting as loud as he could, Fellas, stay out of the fridge. It s full of piss.
Rob was quick about his work, knowing the family had two kids. He walked quickly through the rooms, noting that each child had their own huge fully furnished room with an adjoining bathroom. Rob also noticed many horrible looking statues everywhere in the rooms. He took a closer look at one. Goddamn, these ugly pieces of shit stink. They can keep these fucked up little motherfuckers .
He smiled when he saw the game systems, iPads, and computers in each room. He quickly but carefully unplugged the consoles and computers and