The Resurrection

The Resurrection

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Andressa took her time going up the grandly sized staircase. She was quite nervous, she never interrupted him at night while he was doing his work, she didn't know if he would get upset by her appearance. Her long light blue elegant night-gown dragged against the stairs as she ascended them and she found her self smiling. It was a bold move, but she couldn't help but think her and Dimitris would have an actual conversation! Times like this were very rare for her and her husband... he hardly acknowledged her anymore. Walking down the hall to his office bedroom, she pulled her light grey shall closer around her. She heard faint banging noises coming from his office. She slowled her steps, and when she finally reached the open see-through door to his office-bed, her heart seemed to stop. Dimitris's bare back faced Andressa as he mercilessly pounded into a woman on the bed. One of the woman's legs was being held in the air by Dimitris and the other was rapped around his bare waist. Her red claws were digging into the flesh of his rear and her moans were getting louder and louder. Andressa was heart broken. A tear escaped her eye as she quietly watched the scene in front of her. She couldn't find it in her to look away. Suddenly Dimitris threw down his mistress's leg and flipped her over on all fours. He moved behind her and started pounding into her again, grabbing her hips moving her back and forth roughly. Andressa's eyes grew wide. As if Dimitris could sense something wrong, he looked towards the door and met the tearful eyes of his wife. His movements slowed significantly as he looked down at the women on his bed. When his now tearful eyes looked back at the door, Andressa his wife, was gone.
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His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

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