My Wife, My Tormentor

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rimson gown, her eyes alight w

ed, a sound he hadn't hear

, her touch sending a shive

ng. Perhaps I've

elieve her

ssing. "You look tired. Le

towards her, her movem

ned, pull

when he

vanity chair, a silk scarf.

ulian's expensive cologne hung in

h him, just befo

" His voice was

ashed. The

difficul

ing speed, her fingers

it open, bu

his trousers, her move

, too worn down to

e, her expression co

master suite, their bedroom, a p

mbled

om was

ins were gone, the win

ped of all linen,

everything was gone from

hut, the lock clicking

, alone, in

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in the high-rise op

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re watc

hoed in his mind from an earlier,

viewing him f