His wish was her every command, and if stand he said her feet would obey and never move until he said "at ease!" At a call, a text, her heart would skip beats and the glee on her face shone brighter than stage lights in Hollywood. The life she imagined without him was beneath the grave and even then her spirit was his. she knew no other man and none knew her. In a sense he was "God" and she was a nun, in total submitance to his will. Funny, how he was the sinner and she, the saint who constantly forgave even without his repentance and beseeching. Tangled in so many lies, convinced that he'd convinced and yet never once convinced. Smiles on her face, tears streaming in her head as if the mississippi wasn't long enough. each day she was knighted with a different title. The wife. The lady. Beauty. A smile drenched from the side of her lips while like a mad man thoughts ravished through The garbage in her head. "if I am beauty then he is the beast who holds me hostage and it is not a happily ever after."
By: Keibella
By: Keibella