Short novel no chapter
One day, I was out walking with my father. I was only seventeen then. Unexpectedly, I crossed paths with someone I can only describe as my "destined one." You're probably wondering, "Is she beautiful?" Yes, she's beautiful. I fell for her instantly.
We met again the next day, and my feelings grew deeper. It wasn't some fleeting crush or a temporary game like others play. This was different. Her name was Ma Ma. She had no idea I existed, but through a friend of mine—who happened to be close with her younger sister—I managed to get her phone number and social media accounts.
When I first messaged her with a "Hi," she replied, "Who is this?" That simple question felt like a stab to my heart. I felt a flicker of anger. How could she not know me? But I brushed it off. How could she know if I hadn't told her? We started talking—mundane things like "Have you eaten?" or "How are you?" She probably thought I was just some country boy, but I didn't care. We grew closer, and eventually, she called me a friend.
I was planning to confess my love, but that very night, she posted a couple photo. My heart shattered. I felt a part of me die right then. Fine, I thought. She posted it because she likes him, but it might not even be serious. I asked my friend about it, and he told me, "Give it up, man. It's impossible." But I couldn't stop.
My obsession took over. I didn't care that she was twenty—three years older than me. Age didn't matter. I loved her, and I would have her. I couldn't sleep; my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. I set a photo of her back profile as my wallpaper. Then, in the silence of the night, a plan formed.
I decided to break into her house, take her away, and keep her tied up in my own home. I found an old warehouse. I wanted her cheeks, her skin—I wanted her to be mine and mine alone. No one else would ever touch her. I knew these thoughts were wrong, but the desire to possess her was stronger. I asked my friend for help, but he refused. Fine, some friend you are. I'll do it myself.
At 3:00 AM, I broke into her house. She had come out of her room to get a drink of water. I grabbed her, muffling her screams with a cloth, and took her away. When she asked why I was doing this, the urge to kill her flared up. I told her to be quiet and stay still, whispering that we would talk once we arrived.
Once at the warehouse, she went silent. I looked at her mouth and remembered... she had threatened to send me to prison. In a fit of rage, I had cut out her tongue. "I'm sorry, my destined one," I whispered as I lay beside her on the bed where she was bound. She was crying. "Don't cry," I told her. "Lovers shouldn't be like this. I do this because I love you."
She stared at me with piercing eyes. It made me happy. She was finally looking at me—something she never did before. I treated her gently, even though she was furious. Every time she tried to scream or curse through her muffled voice, I felt a twisted sense of joy because her eyes were fixed only on me.
I decided to take it to the next level. I untied her hands but kept her feet bound so she couldn't run. "Don't struggle, my love. I just want to kiss your cheeks. Don't hate me." When she resisted, I tied her back up and kissed her anyway. Her muffled protests sounded almost funny to me. "You are mine now. Today, I'm going to send a photo of us to your boyfriend."
"Say something to him," I mocked. "Don't ask for help, or I'll kill you. Trust only me. You're so beautiful, especially your lips." Even though she was aggressive toward me, I remained devoted. I told her to tell him that I own her now. She tried to say something—it sounded like "I love you"—but it was incoherent.
I had even bought a wedding dress with my savings. "We will marry here," I declared. "If you refuse, I'll kill you." I put on my suit and took out the ring. When I untied her to change, she tried to escape. I made a deal: "If you wear this for me, I'll let you go."
She looked breathtaking in the dress. Her soft skin, her fragrance... it was intoxicating. We took a wedding photo. I planned to frame it and keep it forever. But in a moment of distraction, she stabbed me with a knife. It hit my arm. I smiled. This was a wound given by love. It felt like winning the lottery. She hurt me because she loves me, right? Yes, that must be it. Everything I'm doing is right!
She wanted me to kill her, but I wouldn't. That would be too cruel. I own her now. She begged to call her boyfriend one last time, promising to stay with me for a day if I let her. I was foolish enough to allow it. Because she couldn't speak clearly, I wasn't worried. But then, she used signs and muffled words to tell him she loved him and mentioned their engagement and their parents' approval.
Rage boiled inside me. I was losing her. I wanted to kill her, yet I couldn't stop kissing her. Even if she becomes a corpse, I will keep her. I want her by my side forever. I don't trust her anymore, but I cherish the memories of this one day we spent together
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