Quenten Yilmaz:
‘I hate you!’
‘You killed my family!’
None of what she is saying is true. Her voice swirls in my head like a dark vortex, shattering my hopes and dreams of binding her to me. Because she wants to be with me, not because of some ridiculous blood feud that demands it.
She’s driving me fucking insane with her melodramatic tantrum she is throwing. The words that are coming out of her mouth are like a slap across the face, tattooing her anguish on my soul. She doesn’t know it, but my heart is desperately trying to claw its way through the layers of flesh keeping it hidden to get to her.
Simultaneously, witnessing her in such a raw and open state is making me incredibly hard, and all I want to do is fuck her deeply to silence the words that are escaping her lips.
She’s confused. I know she is.
My poor, innocent, and dear wife is at war with her heart and mind.
Her mind urges her to flee, to prevent her heart from shattering. However, her heart is compelling her to stay, to t
