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I think I was drunk. drunk on whatever was in that drink. Drunk on lust.
I believed she'd forgive me because she had to. We were bound, her and I
Till death do us part. wasn't that what the old priest had said.
I hadn't done anything wrong, I told myself. Id just taken things to their logical conclusion.
I wasn't going to take pleasure from this. I needed her.
I stepped towards her, looked into her eyes, and for a moment, I hesitated.
She didn't look at me like she would have, like I was something that promised her high position and wealth. She never had
No, what was in her eyes right now was something else entirely. Pure hate and disgust. She'd loved and trusted me. Even if she wouldn't admit it. Now i'd destroyed that.Still, the pull was too strong. I couldn't let her walk away from me. She was everything id been craving. I drank her in. she was perfect. I felt her body tense, felt the slight tremble as she tried to pull away, but I ignored it. In time she'd grow used to this. She had to.
In time I will find a way to earn the trust I had lost