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Click hereI look away as my anger flares dangerously, but I don't speak. I know I will only lash out because she is absolutely right. The more true her argument the more it enrages. I can't deny I've been foolish. Foolish to risk so much. I wait impatiently for my anger to dissipate while she reads my face.
"Marcia, I am sorry it came up this way. I was wrong, but it was going to surface. You need to know I feel closer to you now than this morning and..."
Facing her, I sport a devilish grin, "The beast in me, finds the whore in you, terribly fascinating."
"Oh stop thinking with your dick, you pervert," she grins slightly.
"I'm the pervert? 'fuck me...Andy? Fuck me harder?'" I smile wide.
"Oh God," she groans covering her face.
"You're gonna have to get better shtick if you're serious about your kink, I mean, you're embarrassing." Her mouth drops open.
"You..." she smacks my arm.
"Asshole." I push her down on the bed and leap on top. Her warmth underneath comforts me. I can feel the beasts return; he prowls the periphery. I bend to kiss her when I notice a recklessly wild look in her eye. Is she poking the beast? Does she want the beast? I kiss her deeply and I realize the depth of Marcia's perception. A day ago the beast would not have been so bold. We opened Pandora's box; there is no closing it. A thought comforts me though. The gods in their wisdom included one good thing with all the horrors in the box. They threw in hope. Love like hope is our saving grace and Marcia and I have tons of that.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoThe story is horrible. The writer is absurd in his story of hate and humiliation. Thank God he has stopped writing.
Anonymousover 2 years agoI STOPPED READING WHEN HE GRABBED HER HAIR IN ABOUT THE SECOND OR THIRD PARAGRAPH, SO I AM FORTUNATE I DIDN'T EXPOSE MYSELF TO THE REST OF THIS SICKNESS. THIS IS WHY I CARRY A GUN (THAT STATEMENT WILL PROBABLY BE EDITED OUT-BUT THAT'S THE WAY I FEEL. PROBABLY THE WORST STORY I HAVE EVER READ AND THAT'S SAYING A LOT.
Anonymousabout 3 years agoThis is a truly worrisome psychopathologic event. Unless it can be attributed to the temporary effects of a psychoactive substance, it points towards a malevolent component in the husband's characterological structure as well as possible new-onset psychosis.
The wife needs to leave her dangerously mentally ill husband immediately and obtain a protective order to keep him away from her. She may be able to convince a magistrate to order an involuntary psychiatric hospitalization to allow a through evaluation of him. If not, she should demand he voluntarily seek such an assessment and begin any recommended treatment without delay. If he refuses, she should file for divorce on the basis of mental cruelty and ongoing risk of harm.
iameaselabout 3 years agoThis is just horrid and not in that complimentary way that so many authors seems to aim for.
