My Pure Love

The hustling and bustling railway station was crowded than usual today. I saw the train arriving, and made a sprint for it. I boarded the train but I wasn't able to acquire a seat. I took out my phone and started scrolling through my photos. It was filled with a beautiful woman. I felt like an Angel had ascended on my phone. She was flawless. Her pale white skin, her small pink lips, her warm and comforting smile, her perfect curves. I tried my best to look for a flaw in her, but couldn't find it. I smiled and thanked the heavens, for the fact that she was waiting for me at my home, sorry, 'Our Home'.

All the way along, I was lost in her thoughts. Soon I was standing at our house's front door, exploring my pocket for the keys. I found them. I opened the door and quickly closed it behind me and ran for my room, where she is always waiting for me. And of course, she was there. Tied by ropes to the chair, blood clots on her pale skin, her pink lips now red, but covered with a cloth, evident fear gripping her angelic face and eyes. 

"I am back!! And you know it's our personal love time! Isn't it sweetheart?" I slowly whispered.

And the fear in her eyes grew even more, and I felt my smile getting broader as I saw that.

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