For now, we’re at peace, and I like it that way.
The End.
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Wedding Sin
On the day of our wedding, he humiliates me in front of a thousand people.
Seven days later, I’m on my knees, begging him to punish me again.
I never thought I’d find myself craving the cruel touch of a mafia boss, but I am, and it might just end in my death.
Kazimir.
His name means destroyer of peace.
It fits him well.
Behind his devious smirk is a black box of secrets.
His tongue weaves lies just as well as it creates wicked pleasure, and he revels in doing both.
He’s a bad man and he knows that, but he doesn’t want to change.
He wants to twist me into a cruel reflection of himself, and I’m not sure if I’m strong enough to stop him.
I’m going to hell with him, and I’ll be soaked in guilty sin the entire way down.
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Alice
I’ve never seen something so horrifying in all my life. Blood, as thick and dark as molasses, is strewn over the room like paint on a canvas, telling a story I’d rather not know, in a place I’d never imagine myself in a million years.
Yes, my life has changed. These four white walls reflect the life I used to have.
God, it was so sweet and pure, like honeysuckles in the late spring, but pureness is bound to be corrupted. It can’t exist outside sterile bubbles of closely guarded clinical perfection. It’s manufactured by men who believe themselves to be gods, but the devil always wins in the end, ripping purity from its brittle sleeve of protection, eating the flesh, and casting it out to the vultures to pick the scraps off the remaining bones.
The walls that were once a pearly white are now painted in the blood of men who were less fortunate than I, but only barely. See, these men were slaughtered quickly, and without a second thought. My death, the death of my innocence, will be pulled out of me, strand by strand, until I turn into nothing more than a hollow shell like the rest of them.
I step toward a body on the ground, fearful as to what horrors could be waiting for me should I chose to turn him over and stare death in the face once more. This body isn’t the only one here, but it’s the only one that I’m interested in.
I’d like to know the truth this time. I’d like to know who the man I married is and why he keeps everything he does a secret from me. I’d like to know a lot of things, but it’s not that easy. When your hunger for knowledge is at its strongest, the truth eludes you, like a snake in the river. So far, I’ve done a hell of a job at grasping straws and getting nowhere, but this time I’m going to get a little piece of the puzzle.
I should’ve worn gloves when I came here. I touch the back of the body, someone in a gray hoodie who seemed to have kept their head intact through the reckless spray of bullets that passed through this room. I expect the fabric to be cold, but I don’t feel much. If anything, it’s a little warm. I’m sure this happened recently.
I need to be quick before someone finds me. I’m not supposed to wander outside of the view of my bodyguards, but I’m fast enough to dip out of the group on occasion, claiming to take a trip to the toilet. It’s a trick I learned early on, but there’s only so long I can spend away from the group until they come looking for me.
This city is a warzone, with bullets flying through car windshields and store windows at an alarming rate. The violence has grown to such levels that even the police are afraid to patrol the streets, and the military is nowhere to be found. Of course, they were never helpful, and they’re not on my side. For protection, I move with a pack of overly aggressive bodyguards, men who will kill a person if they look at me the wrong way.
I love my husband, but he’s also the reason I’ve been sneaking out. I need to know if he’s the one behind these senseless killings. I need to know why these people are dying. I can’t let the violence plague my city like this, even if it is done to benefit me.
I know that my husband is a bad man. I knew that even when I agreed to marry him, but I didn’t think it would be this bad. These are innocent people here, slaughtered and carved for the delight of some sick lunatic. It’s an act of terror, to instill fear on the people who live here, and to ensure that they never speak a word against the dark forces that run this city.
I thought I married a man with morals, someone who would uphold the family code and stand strong to protect me like my father once had before his assassination. I thought my husband would stop the rise of violence in my city, but it has only increased since our marriage and his arrival. I may have made a mistake.
People lie, and they lie a lot, but I expected better from my husband. I wouldn’t have married him if I knew that
