Donny was angry. "You stupid bitch! Pregnant? What the fuck for? I don't want a god damn kid! It'll fuck up business and my lifestyle!"
"Well, it's your fault too!" she yelled right back at him. "I told you a couple of months ago I ran out of birth control pills. I reminded you too, but no, you had to go sell your goddamn drugs at every party you could find. Sometimes you join in and got high yourself. When your balls got itchy, you'd fuck me. I reminded you. I even begged you to take me to doctor for a prescription. You not only ignored me, you lent me to your bastard friends and they fucked me too!"
Donny knew he was in the wrong. They lived in the country home. He needed his car to do his business. The nearest doctor was about five miles away, a short drive but a very, very long walk. But he didn't give a shit either because Donny was extremely selfish, bordering on narcissistic and sociopathic. Donny insisted that the pregnancy was her responsibility alone because, he told her snidely, "A woman controls her own body."
Donny became a nasty person because he was raised by nasty parents. His father had beaten him constantly, telling him that he was teaching about real life and was toughening him up for a tough world. When Donny was 14 years old, his father had beaten up a man "for looking at him the wrong way." The man almost died. His father served five years in prison for aggravated assault. When he came out of prison, he disappeared, never to be seen again, abandoning his teenage son to his own devices.
Donny's mother was drunk and died while his father was still in prison. He despised her too because he thought she should have done something to protect him from his abusive father. He let his mother die alone and let her be buried in a pauper's grave. In short, Donny's father had been very successful in beating normal human emotions out of his son.
Confronted by a distraught girlfriend, Donny's reaction was to think, 'It's time to get tough.'
"Fuck off!" he yelled at her. "It's not my problem. Get out of here!" he screamed at here. "If you come back, I'll beat the shit out of you!"
His girlfriend broke down in tears. "How can you say that? What about the baby?"
"Well, what about it?" he questioned back. "It could belong to one those guys you fucked at one of those parties."
"You made me fuck them," she yelled back. "But I know it's yours because of the timing. I was probably already pregnant when you started pimping me to you party buddies."
Donny knew this to be true but the truth was an inconvenience that would complicate his dissolute life. So, he lied. "You're lying! It's not mine, you whore! Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"
He rummaged through his pants and drawers and was able to find about 500 dollars. Take this. Call a taxi and fuck off. Get out of my life."
His girlfriend burst into tears again, took the money and left but not before giving him some parting shots. "You're a piece of shit! You know that? The time will come when things will catch up to you, you bastard!" she predicted. Then she stomped out of his life, or so he thought.
Donny actually never saw her again. He would never know if she got an abortion or gave birth to the child. And if she had the child, he would never know whether she kept it or gave it up for adoption. He would never even know whether the child was a boy or a girl, which is why he would consider it as 'it'. Worst of all, he didn't care. He didn't care about her. He didn't care about 'it'.
He was 20 years old at the time. A person might have given him the benefit of the doubt given his youthfulness.
* * *
Now, Donny happened to be an exceptionally handsome man. He oozed his oily charm with wild abandon and used it grease his ill-gotten gains. At first, he made his living by selling party drugs. Once in a while, these drugs would cause a death or ruin the user's life in some other way. He never thought that any of this was his fault. He sold only to adults and adults, he rationalized, were responsible for themselves.
During his 20s, Donny expanded the business. Like a true crime boss, he had transitioned his growing operations to the point where he was able create several layers between himself at the top of the organization and those who sold drugs on the street, at parties, and anywhere else where he could find a market for his products. Donny now used intermediaries. He had carefully built up layers of organizational deception around his person so that even the drug dealers who sold his drugs in drunken or debauched parties never knew that the kingpin himself, the big boss, head honcho, was among them, attending some of these parties. But Donny knew they were his 'employees' and those who attempted to cheat his business would find themselves beaten to a pulp and then told to leave permanently or suffer even greater unspecified consequences.
As the years went by, Donny became richer and more powerful but he also became more dissolute and perverse. He also still despised women and saw them as nothing more than cum buckets, as places to bury his cock whenever he needed relief. When he needed to void excess substances from his body, he knew what to do: piss in the urinal, shit in the toilet and jack off in a woman. He often referred to his consecutive and/or simultaneous girlfriends as "my bitches" because 'doggie style' was his favourite position. Whenever he mounted them, he would never wear a condom despite the risk of pregnancy or disease.
Donny was also beginning to gain extra pounds, although he still retained his handsome looks and his oily charm. He was, he still thought, god's gift to womanhood. If his lovers did not want to get pregnant, he reasoned, it was their responsibility to take some form of birth control, other than a condom, which he hated to use.
Of course, some of his lovers even fell in love with Donny and deluded themselves into thinking that Donny would love them back once they were pregnant with his child. But he rejected every single one of them when they got pregnant. He would always say, "It's not my fault. That's not my problem. Now get out of here."
Donny had no capacity for love or sympathy. Yes, Donny was a very, nasty man.
However, when Donny was approaching his 33rd birthday, he finally came to the conclusion that, maybe, just maybe, the time had come for him to improve the quality humankind's gene pool by having his own flesh-and-blood son who he could later in life rely on to help him run the family business and take it over when he was ready to retire and devote himself to full-time debauchery. Although Donny still had an extremely high opinion of himself, you had to give him credit, he knew he was not immortal.
So, Donny decided it was time to knock up one of his bitches. If she bore him a son, he would marry her, partly her for the sake of appearances, but mostly because he needed a nursemaid for his son and a slut to provide him with personal services for him and his buddies at home. He had no intention of being faithful to her although he had every intention of making the unfortunate woman who became his wife and the breeder of his brat a prisoner in his home.
Donny impregnated three young women within the space of a few months. He rejected the first two when ultrasounds failed to show the telltale appendage that distinguished a boy from a girl. So, he told them to get the hell out, not caring what ultimately happened to them or their babies. The third young woman was definitely pregnant with a boy because little penis showed itself on the ultrasound.
So, he married her. And indeed, she gave birth to a boy. In the meantime, his newly minted wife learned about his past, his abusive father, his drunken mother and experienced his sociopathy first-hand. As the months went by, she learned more about his history of abusive relationships both as a victim and now as a perpetrator. He expressed not a single speck of love for either of his parents.
Like others before her, she thought he would love her once she bore him his son. But that proved not to be the case. It soon became obvious to her that he lacked the normal human ability to love a child or a woman, especially the mother of his child. She chafed at the strict controls he put on what she could do or who she could meet. He treated her like a slave.