There is a fine line between love and hate..so the saying goes, well, he never believed that until now..one second he is filled with pure hate for her, the next he loves her like no other..she left, telling him he couldn’t make her happy, she needed more..”More What??” he gave her everything..his heart..his soul!! She just can’t walk away!!!..That piece of paper saying he needed to stay away was just that “a piece of paper”
He would show her..prove to her they could be happy together..he had made this house a home..filled it with things she would love..Tonight was the night..everything was right..rose petals spilled across the floor..across their bed..the candles lit..wine chilling..soft music playing..PERFECT!!!.. Excitement coursing through him..his love and need for her making him hot..
Her screams from the basement broke through his erotic thoughts, she was calling him a freak..a bastard..a Coward..something snapped inside of him..the hate breaking through..running through his veins..he walked to the middle of the room where the table sat..the candle light gleamed off the blade of the knife..he grabbed the cuffs with a slight grin on his lips..snapping each one to the four posts of the bed..He will make her love him again..to want him again..to “need” him again…He was tired of this torture going on in side of him..his soul being ripped apart..
He grabbed the knife, opening the basement door..looking down at her, he made sure she seen the knife..smiling he told her… “ We can play this your way..or my way, either way “ You ARE mine and always will be” !
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Taken in Kilamangh Michigan, abandoned house.