Topic: He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror, he saw…
his lover, sprawled on their bed, her mouth open wide as if she were screaming. His eye roamed over her body, trying to take in the scene...trying to understand what he saw but that his brain couldn't comprehend.
His hand flew to his mouth, which hung agape in disbelief. Never did he think he would see her like this. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach. His guts wretched inside him. He never thought he could feel such anger and betrayal. Immediately the bile rose in his throat and he felt like he was going to vomit.
He couldn't believe she was laying there like that, so vulnerable, so open. How could she do this to him? His eyes slid back up her body to her face, mouth parted, head back. His gaze roamed down her throat, the skin taught, supple and perfect, stretched tight.. Further his eyes moved down, over her shoulder, down her arm to her hand clenched tight...
The knife's blame gleamed back at him, despite the droplets of her blood congealing on its edge. He turned and collapsed to his knees in the doorway, his body shaking as the first sobs boiled from deep inside.
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