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Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 28, 2012
Natalie scrunched up the piece of paper in her hand, shaping it in to a ball in her palm before throwing it against the wall in front of her. She had found a letter, written by her husband and addressed to another woman.
The 23 year old had given up her dream of being a surgeon to become a wife and the mother of his son. She loved him dearly, but he had thrown that back in her face. Standing up from the kitchen table, the wooden chair screeched harshly against the white tiled floor before the woman made her way to the counter where a knife was resting on the chopping board.
"What makes her better than me?" Natalie spoke aloud, slicing the vegetables furiously, picturing his fingers instead of the spring onions. "You won't be able to write her letters now will you!"
The small woman, standing at 5'2, started to chop some other items of food when she cut herself. Hissing, she was going to run the cold water in the sink but saw the dark red colored liquid ooze from her skin. Her eyes followed the drop leaking from the wound on the side of her hand and let it run down her skin before she stuck her tongue out and licked it.
With an evil smile, she soon washed it and placed a band aid on it. Continuing with dinner, she was going to cook a nice meal for her husband for when he returned home from work.
"I might let him fuck me before he dies, no, he doesn't deserve that satisfaction." As the meal was cooking, she left it, walking over to the table, picking up the scrunched ball of paper and burning it in the sink. Washing away any evidence, Natalie started to think about later tonight.
The 23 year old had given up her dream of being a surgeon to become a wife and the mother of his son. She loved him dearly, but he had thrown that back in her face. Standing up from the kitchen table, the wooden chair screeched harshly against the white tiled floor before the woman made her way to the counter where a knife was resting on the chopping board.
"What makes her better than me?" Natalie spoke aloud, slicing the vegetables furiously, picturing his fingers instead of the spring onions. "You won't be able to write her letters now will you!"
The small woman, standing at 5'2, started to chop some other items of food when she cut herself. Hissing, she was going to run the cold water in the sink but saw the dark red colored liquid ooze from her skin. Her eyes followed the drop leaking from the wound on the side of her hand and let it run down her skin before she stuck her tongue out and licked it.
With an evil smile, she soon washed it and placed a band aid on it. Continuing with dinner, she was going to cook a nice meal for her husband for when he returned home from work.
"I might let him fuck me before he dies, no, he doesn't deserve that satisfaction." As the meal was cooking, she left it, walking over to the table, picking up the scrunched ball of paper and burning it in the sink. Washing away any evidence, Natalie started to think about later tonight.