Novel & Cerita Blood In My Husband's Boxers

As if my body wasn’t already broken enough. “Water…” My voice cracked like dry leaves. “Please, I’m thirsty.” She nodded quickly and disappeared, returning with a glass. I drank like I hadn’t tasted water in years, each gulp burning its way down, I handed her the cup with a slight nod. She moved closer to begin her task but then, the door slammed open. He was there, my husband. Framed in the doorway like some dark god, his presence sucked the air out of the room. Blood was splattered across his white shirt fresh, his jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable.

A pang of pain hits my chest, this was meant for their baby. I walk further down the hall and enter the main bedroom, I see women’s clothes spread out over the bed and a light on in the bathroom. I walk over to the bathroom. Once there I see a man on the floor of the bathroom, slumped against the wall. Scarlet blood coated his neck, I held my breath as I looked on in horror.

Was I allowed to confront him? My head spun in different directions. I got hit with dizziness. I stumbled back, clutching the edge of the bed for support. It couldn’t be true, could it? There had to be some sort of explanation. He wouldn’t do me like that, right? But the evidence was right there, taunting me. The lipstick stains. The condoms. Look at me. Learn from me, don’t go searching your husband’s room, you might find something that would consume you!

Maybe he would die somewhere and I would be free. The thoughts halted as I oiled my elbows. I listened but I did not hear the sound again so I put down my lotion and walked back to the bedroom. I pulled the covers back only to freeze as the door opened. The scream was stuck at the tip of my tongue with my eyes taking in the sight before me. My husband walked in and the man was drenched in blood. It clung to every pore of his and left his hair sloped down. His shirt had turned crimson, clammed on his skin.

He went into the bathroom and started a shower. I got up and followed him in. "Let me help you." I took his sponge and helped him clean the blood off his chest. His hands were tainted pink. "I thought you didn't like blood" he asked. "I'm getting used to it, being married to you...and I see alot of it at the gym." He turned and pinned me against the wall. "You've been spending alot more time there." He kisses my neck. "I enjoy sparring." He turns the water off.

He reasoned out loud, I knew he was talking about one of the whores that had been with, but I could care less about them right now. We entered a private Ward, and the smell of antiseptic and blood became more intense and stronger, I didn't brace myself enough to witness the sight that was displayed for me, my husband was lifeless on the bed, all colour drained from his body, his head hooked to a machine.

Hard voices commanded. We saw three masculine built men with black masks, gloves and leather jackets walk in with fully loaded guns. “Get on the fucking floor now!” I fell to the floor and the sound of a gunshot pounded through the roof. What is happening? I slid my eyes open and saw my husband in a pool of his blood with Ariel crying beside his lifeless body screaming at the top of her lungs. “Nooooo…” A large cry broke out from my throat and next thing I felt the metallic taste of blood forming on my tongue. My head whizzed out with my ears growing heavy and cold.

Some sticky solids floated in it, but I did not know what they were. The husband said, “After the police conducted their investigation, I requested the place to remain just as it was. Her jaw was burnt so badly that it was stuck to the windowsill, and I had to cut it off with a knife. “I compressed the rest of her body and stuffed it into a small box. It’s in that bottle of blood right there.” I felt a chill in my heart, and I started inching backward. “She’s right outside. If you don’t want to die, don’t go running around.” The husband turned to look at me. His gaze sent chills down my back.

I was just helping him, anyway ignoring this confusing man I went to my room. ****** It have been four days and I was as good as before but my husband, he wasn't that fine. All dressed, I was about to go out for a stroll when something that I would have never expected happened. The male was coming out of his room in a bathrobe, which was not tied from the front. Shocked as hell I forgot to even move. Don't get all dirty hopes up because he was wearing boxers, but it was still too much for me. My cheeks heated up and I could feel the blush creeping towards my ear as they also became crimson red. My husband was too busy in his world to see me but when he did, a teasing smirk made its way to An

In fact it excited him again, and a familiar stirring could be felt within both sex organs. Yet that scent again caught his attention when he noticed his wife was crying gently to herself. He was about to ask her what was wrong when he saw her left arm and then noticed much of the bed covers. They were drenched in blood. The first thing he did was jump, throwing his wife to the side; he assumed she was hurt. Jane again clenched him in her arms, looking into his eyes with pity and sadness. Hubby saw a glint of ivory as his wife opened her mouth only slightly. Two long pointy teeth were sticking out of her mouth!