I love You, I'll Kill You

A relationship begins as all do...a look, a smile, and a slow exciting progression to the first touch...and a rush to ecstasy.

All is well for a short time...lover's talk, sweet serene inner beauty, and burning passion. Burning...within one of the pair is a festering pain that burns the heart and mind...it will stoke itself to the inevitable glowing, radiating, brand of jealousy and control.

You belong to me...I possess you...I cannot live without you...and I won't let you live without me...

It's a whisper in the dark...a cry into the void. He will be coming...

The female is tired. She can't have friends, can't dress up...she can't go to the store. If she wears make-up she's a whore. One little, two little, three little black eyes...

She's tired of lying, tired of crying, tired of placating the beast with soft words...walking on broken glass...and giving sex to man who has no interest but his own...you will do this for me...

But there's something else...her courage to break this nightmare comes, not from herself, but from the arms of another man. A kind and gentle man...one she knows she deserves.

He pleads, reasons, negotiates, and finally admits his wrong doing. He's sorry...or is he? No, he just wants his control, she won't give it to him...and the fangs begin to drip with saliva generated from the hunger of violence.

After bothering, brooding, analyzing, the obsession takes over...and I'll never hurt you...turns into I love you, I'll kill you...

He enters the cool house that he no longer lives in...but it's mine...Late at night, she hasn't changed the locks...from the heat outside he feels comfort in the familiar cool air in his former domain...

She's asleep...she's mine...he walks up the stairs...to his-her-room...pushes open the door...he can see her figure in the pale moon light...my god she's lovely, she's mine...he pounces, takes her, but something else is happening...

She felt different, he has no control...over her or himself...the visions of other men inside her rise to the surface...he no longer controls her and he hates her for it...

His hands go to her neck and he begins to choke her...he salivates with hate and satisfaction...he cannot stop...her eyes turn red...and its over...

At the foot of her bed he pulls a gun...places it in his mouth...and pulls the trigger...

In control at last...