[ WP ] Just because you love them , does n't mean they have to love you back .

The apple of my eye, the woman of my dreams—*she* was finally in front of me. 
 
 But, she was also the woman whose heart I could never capture. 
 
 Although the lighting was poor in my basement, I gazed at the woman that I loved for so long from afar, making sure to take in every detail of her. 
 
 Her hair was a luscious shade of honey brown, and her skin was even more wonderful than I imagined when up close, despite the rope burns she had on her ankles and wrists. Even with the all the knife marks on her body and the thin layer of sweat that coated itself on her delicate frame, I still thought she was beautiful. 
 
 The look her blue eyes as she glared at me was full of hatred and rage, and she struggled futility in her restraints as I walked up to her. 
 
 “ Violette, ” I cooed, lovingly placing my right hand around her soft face while I used the other to remove her gag, “ why do you hate me so? ” 
 
 She recoiled at my touch, but stayed silent. She refused to speak to prevent provoking me—I could see it in her eyes and in her demeanor. 
 
 I smirked when I saw her cute attempt at defiance. “ Don ’ t you see, my dear Violette—you ’ re mine now. ” I brushed my fingers against the wounds on her skin. “ These marks prove it, after all. ” 
 
 Violette ’ s eyes widened as tears streamed down her face. “ N-no… ” she began, her voice hoarse, “ I…I ’ m in love with Ethan, my husband. ” 
 
 In a bout of anger, I let my blade run across her thigh. “ Forget about *Ethan*, you ’ re with me now. ” 
 
 Violette screeched and rocked violently in her chair, which caused her chair to knock into me and topple onto the hard concrete floor. For a moment I was caught off guard, and didn ’ t notice that the ropes loosened due to her fall. 
 
 With the swiftness of a fox, she untangled herself and started running towards the door, but she was slow due to the multiple injuries that she had sustained. I thought fast and grabbed her ankle before she could get very far. 
 
 Violette went crashing headfirst into the ground, eliciting a sickening crack from her skull. 
 
 She wasn ’ t dead *yet*, but she was on death ’ s doorstep. 
 
 “ Please…please…let me see my husband again... I love him so much… ” 
 
 I scoffed. Even when she was this close to death, all she could think about was *him*. 
 
 With newfound determination, I pressed my beloved blade to her exposed back. 
 
 “ I don ’ t ever expect you to ever reciprocate my love, ” I said, looking at Violette ’ s disheveled figure below me, “ but I never want you to reciprocate *anyone else ’ s ever again*. ” 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

