"Lasciate ogne speranza voi ch'intrate" (abandon all hope, ye who enter here)
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Here they come again, those urges those damn urges!
Just like last time, I could not resist them. Succumbing to these desires, I leant over and kissed my beautiful fiancé. She looked sublime just lying there between her sheets. Starting at her neck, I kissed my way up her cheek until my lips rested on her forehead. It lingered just long enough for her to stir. Smiling, she opened her eyes just a bit.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kissed me hard on the lips. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and entwined itself around mine. There was no urgency, no rush as the emotions took over. After a while, we were barely aware of our actions as it went on and on. Soon, her arousal built to the point where she needed more. I could already feel a hand making its way down to my pants. I pulled away from her playfully.
"Let's save that for tonight. You know- our big wedding night."
"Let's not........."
She tried kissing me again, but I avoided her and tried getting off the bed.
"You had your chance, now we do this my way."
Saying this, she forcefully pinned me down and started to kiss me roughly.
"This is rape."
"Yeah? Arrest me!"
"You should know, my wife is New York's toughest cop. If she finds out you raped me......"
"Go on."
"She will kick your ass."
Monica stifled a giggle.
"A little birdy told me she has something special planned for the wedding night."
"And what would that be?"
She leaned over seductively and whispered it into my ear. It took me sometime to process what she just said.
"That is... sick and wrong on so many levels."
"Awww....... don't be a prude. That's just the beginning. You will never forget your wedding night."
I smiled, excited at what was in store for me.
"On second thoughts, I could do with a preview."
Still smiling, Monica disappeared beneath the covers. Soon enough, I felt the entirety of my erect member swallowed in her warm wet mouth. Her ministrations were artistic and sensual as she gently caressed the underside of my engorged organ with her tongue. Then she took most of it out of her mouth and concentrated her efforts on the head. The feeling was insane as the pleasure swept over me. I lay there on the throes of ecstasy as the feeling pushed me higher and higher until I finally erupted in a violent crescendo of pleasure.
I just lay there, silly with post orgasmic bliss for some time before she got off the bed.
"The day has finally come. The big day of our wedding."
"I know!"
It had been one year since my proposal. One year of no more urges or hallucinations. The butcher seemed to have retired given that there were no new bodies.
Another success story was that of a lovely young girl called Emily Daniels. She had come a long way in the past year. I had encouraged her to take up acting and even paid for the best acting classes. Her company had performed a gala rendition of Othello on Broadway recently. The tickets were obscenely expensive, but Monica and I went to see her perform. Her performance as Desdemona was mesmerizing. It ended to a rousing round of applause.
Everything seemed to be going just perfectly for me.
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The day progressed too slowly for the happy couple. An endless line of relatives showed up. The ceremony could not come soon enough as they started getting dressed.
"How do I look?"
Simon had to pick his jaw of the floor as he saw Monica in her wedding dress for the first time. She was wearing a sleek and flawless white dress which was intricately inlaid with beautiful designs which could only be seen up close. From a distance, her shimmering white dress lit up the room. She, herself, was a sight to behold in her resplendent beauty. He tried to say something, but his jaw still hung out.
"You look......."
She looked at him curiously.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"More like an angel."
She smiled, then made her way closer.
"Let's crumple this dress."
"I don't know. It looks so pretty."
She was very close now, her piercing gaze transfixed on Simon's. She had just started to lift the hem of her dress, when her phone rang.
"Saved by the phone." he said as he quickly moved away.
Monica picked up the phone and had an animated conversation with the person on the other end. Her tone became more and more excited.
She dropped the phone and gushed, "This day could not get any better. I am getting married to the man of my dreams and in a few short hours we will know the name of that sick fuck."
Simon asked, "Which sick fuck?"
"The Butcher. After two years of nothing, finally we got the guy. We have a match for his DNA. A cold case. A two decade old double homicide in Brooklyn. Deranged wife came home to find her husband in bed with a hooker and stabbed them multiple times with the kitchen knife. The DNA from the Butcher came back as a familial match, meaning it's her son. Records show that she had a 4 year old son at the time of the murder, who watched this entire episode. He has since disappeared into the foster care system and his records are sealed. The subpoena to unseal them is en route. We got him."
He just listened silently.
"Imagine that. No leads for such a long time and an accidental comparison with two decade old cold case nails him. What are the odds?"
"What are the odds!" he exclaimed, mentally preparing for the inevitable.
"I'll leave you to get dressed."
Monica left the room with a distinctive prance in her step.
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My mind was blank as I sat in silent retrospection. I had changed everything about myself, but there was one thing I could not change- my past.
The Fates had dealt me such a cruel card. I could only imagine what Monica would feel when she got the news. Would it be anger, betrayal or just an overpowering rage?
Looking up, I saw a familiar figure at the door. I gave a wry smile.
"Hi, Mom."
For once, she did not spew any murderous platitudes in my direction. She came over and sat beside me, draping an imaginary arm over my shoulder.
"I am sorry. I really am. I know how much you tried to change and you did. But your past has caught up with you."
"Poetic justice, I suppose."
"You have to understand. You are what you are. Deep down within, in some hidden corner of your heart, the Butcher still lives."
I looked up at her ruefully.
"You kept your other knife deep inside your cupboard. Take it out."
As if pulled by an invisible force, I walked up to the cupboard and opened my chest. It contained all my personal items. It was my personal space, somewhere only I looked. Every item was some part of my soul. I reached deep inside and found what I was looking for. It was buried right at the bottom, symbolic of my urges, but it was there.
As I wrapped my hand around the handle, a trapdoor opened in my mind. A multitude of suppressed desires rushed out and wrapped their tentacles around my being. I shuddered as this deluge overwhelmed my being. I felt different, more complete than I had felt all year long.
