PART 01
"Oh Ydenn, what did I do to deserve such treatment?" I pleaded, my hands on his chest and his on my waist, knowing that he would believe.
We danced under the moonlight chandeliers once again as the orchestra played our favorite opera, "Orfeo & Eurydice." My eyes yearned to turn away, but he had my soul hooked with terror.
He kissed me on the lips, and I smiled warmly. Therein lies the bittersweetness; I could never declare I liked or loved it. Regrettably, I was unable to appreciate such.
He put me on his bed as he took off his sleeves, claimed my neck, and unlaced the back of my dress in the huge bedroom where every single secret is going to be revealed; he sat me on his bed as he took off his sleeves, claimed my neck, and unlaced the back of my dress. I knelt down, knowing how much he would like that.
I let him unlace my corset, shivers running down my spine as I realize I'm about to unlock an unpleasant pleasure. He tugged down my dress and began to remove his slacks, revealing the bareness of my breasts.
I suddenly felt the erection of his manhood rubbing lightly on my pussy as he drew my hips closer to his thighs; it was such a nasty discomfort.
I cocked my head and extended the length of my right arm, while gripping the heavy blanket with the other. As I lifted my gaze one inch higher, I discovered the knife I'd hidden beneath the pillows; bingo.
He ran his finger down my spine before grabbing my hair firmly. It made me unwittingly stare up at the vulgar ceiling, which was painted with my naked existence, lying on the heavens where Ydenn would look-up and masturbate while I was sleeping.
"Yes Ksyché, stare at that masterpiece right there," he said quietly as he brought his mouth near me. "A woman's flesh is bonded to her spouse exclusively and nothing more," he said as he licked a curve behind my ear.
As I felt the erection of his manhood on my clit, I grabbed the sharp dagger buried beneath the pillows and stabbed his left eye with full speed and force as he was about to enter.
I buried the entire length of its sharpness in rage. Ydenn, you've earned every drop of blood. You're fucked.
"Y-you... H-how?" he said as he took a step back, his left palm resting on the eye where I had wounded him. To avoid touching the knife, he made finger-spaces. "I-I g-gave you everything," he shrugged as his back collided with a table, knocking a large mirror to the floor.
Drips of blood filled the palm of his hand and half of his face as I returned to the curtains. "I gave you everything..." he said softly, his right eye wide open.
He roared in fury and feistiness, "I gave you everything!!!" When he came charging at me, I swiftly pulled the knife from his eye and stabbed him in the heart.
His blood was redder on his chest, staining the so-called cleanest part of him, his heart, which he had always cherished. He grasped my face with his nervous moving hand, his blood had touched my face, and he moved his wrist, causing me to focus more on his terrible injuries. It is richly deserved.
As his breath ran out, he sank on his knees and said, "I-I loved you."
"I loved you, too, and our history was simply a silly mistake." It wouldn't be a past tense, my dear, if you hadn't murdered our child for Bloody Mary's ounce of glittering crystals.
I returned my gaze to his crystal blue eyes, which were veiled by the dark side of the moon. I repeatedly sliced his throat till his head was detached from his body. That will never suffice.
And if that's not enough, I'll claim I cut off his tongue and keep the remains of his eyeball in my most treasured music box. I chopped each of his fingers in his left arm and amputated his elbows from his right arm.
Do you want to know what I did to the rest of his body? I separated the penis from the egg by cutting down his genitals. I made sure his feet wouldn't be able to get back in whole, only parts and pieces of you, you sad fool.
And when I'd had my fill of what I desired, I sat on a boat in the lake of paradise, gradually and quietly gliding away from reality. This is, after all, reality. You, the cut-down dead, and I, the living.
I tossed your entire body into that ostensibly wonderful lake. To be honest, I don't believe in magic; I believe in murder far more. And you are a living, breathing example of it.
To be continued...
