Midnight Tales From The Depths of an Odd Mind

Love is Madness

Sorta messed up and kinda messy. I'm sorry

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Her eyes go wide and her mouth gapes open. She throws her head back and lets small whimpers escape her lips. Her back arches off the bed and her nails dig into my shoulders. Her body stiffens as I slowly pull away. The warm liquid runs down her legs and covers my lower abdomen. She gasps a couple times, before quieting down. She slowly lays back down, as her toes and fingers curl up. Oh, yes.

It starts to pool around her. The sheets start to get stained that beautiful deep shade of crimson. It starts to pour down into the gorgeous white rug. What a shame, it was such an exquisite piece. I sit down on one of the soft leather couches and admire my work. It was magnificent.

That cunt. How dare she cheat on me in such way? I've been there for over ten years, and this is how she fucking pays me? Going off with another man and marrying him. I can't believe bitches these days. They are never grateful for what you do for them.

Does she even know how much it hurts? Does she realize all that I've been forced to do for her? I've had to move from city to city chasing this whore, and all she always does is ignore me. I've gotten new phone number and cellphone, after new phone number and cellphone just to keep in touch with her. I've chased away boyfriend after boyfriend to make sure she stuck with me. I've made sure to make her all mine so many times, just for her to ruin it like this. This has been the hardest one yet though.

Her and her new husband moved really far, how dumb of them. Don't they realize I'll find them anywhere? She's mine and only mine, no one else should or could have her. She should've known better than this. She knew that I already owned her, she knew that there was no point in hiding.

"Bitch" I spat onto her lifeless body. I hope she suffers. I hope she suffers the same way I suffered for her. All the running and hiding wouldn't have saved her. All the time it took me to find her wouldn't have stopped me. All the sleepless nights when I wondered where she went wouldn't have changed a thing. All her pleads for mercy wouldn't have stopped me.

I wish I had taped it. The way her eyes went wide when she saw me, the way her voice cracked each time she begged me to spare her life, the way she cried as soon as I pulled out my knife, oh dear, what a sight. She knew what I was coming for: to reclaim my property.

I heard the front door open and made my way out of the room. I stood there until he arrived. His face dropped as he saw me. I twisted the knife in my hands. This is gonna be fun.