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73|peaks of dyspathy

Brenda G

"My love, you look gorgeous." His warm breath scorched my cheek as he whispered the words to me. My stomach flipped with disgust at his words, brewing nausea which threatened to rip my gut apart.

The feel of his lips on my cheek triggered goosebumps of antipathy which swam all over my skin. His very presence, touch, scent drove me to the peaks of dyspathy. I desiderated to tear his hand from my waist and erase his touch from my skin because everything about him ailed me to the core.

"Thank you, my love." The words scorched my throat like acid as they erupted from my mouth. A smile made its way to my lips as I glanced at his form. He was clad in a black six-piece suit that hugged his rotund frame, accentuating his potbelly. Grey hairs matted his chin -an indication of his ripe age. His pair of silvery irises, interlocked with mine for a moment. An icy sensation crawled down my spine as his eyes stared into mine. It felt like he was trying to u
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