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Pardon any form of physical violence and abuse. All is fictional and the names mentioned are totally fictitious and not real.


For Christmas, he would take her shopping, while he insisted she sat on Santa's lap, even as a 28 year old. He would take silly photos of the scene, while she would catch him stealing glances and sending ogled signals to various ladies as they walked by.


For New Year, they would stand close to the Christmas tree and have a countdown to the brand new year, holding, groping and kissing each other. It would be a merry moment, after which they would drink wine.


For Valentine's day, they would exchange valuable and exotic presents to one another. His would be more expensive of course and hers would be eye watering and mouth gaping. They would hold each other in their arms and talk about the erratic future.


For every other holiday, they would do their favourite things together. She would cook specials meals, divulging the recipes from her Grandmother, who lived faraway and he would buy her shoes, clothes and more of those.


Until all of those Masterpieces ceased to exist. It stopped like a flashing light in a cavernous cave. He would stop buying her things but she never stopped cooking or dressing good, just for him.


She would buy Lingerie dresses, that wouldn't even fit too well, since he had called her overweight once or twice. But she still managed to force her clunky skin into the sheer silky material. She would wear showy makeup on her face, wasting spades amount of time, just to make sure she looked good enough for her lover.


Some other times, she got more special recipes from her Grandmother, who often proffered that the route to a man's heart has been proven to be his belly but that doesn't mean he has to be stuffed with food only. She would say there's more to do for a man.


That night before another Valentine's day, she looked into his things, because she watched The Notebook and read a few chapters of the Book too. She searched on and on, as if something important were missing.


That was when she saw the most sparkling wedding band in history. She was swooned almost immediately, making her gape at the sight.


She wanted to take hold of the opportunity, by placing it on the appropriate finger but she feared it was a wrong move when it came to the puzzles of a relationship. She kept it back into its erstwhile hiding place but she failed and placed the big precious band on her finger, making her yelp and adore it for some minutes.


She thought he would ask the ultimate question but he never did that night. The next night, he still didn't, making her worry in trepidation slightly. That was why she bought more silky Lingerie outfits and begged for more delectable recipes for their taste buds.


Still, he wasn't moved, not biting his lips or licking them either when he saw her full cleavage or ate her meals. When he was asleep, she searched for the precious band and it was gone. It was gone for real!


That was when she prepared to make a Masterpiece, another Masterpiece just for herself and not for him anymore. A Masterpiece made of him! She was ready to please herself with the sight of him pleading, begging and crying like a toddler, seeking Candy and Cookies.


She wore one of his Sweatshirts as he walked past her, not saying Hello. He smelled of another woman and she was still sitting and waiting for him to say just a word, but he didn't. With the nearest object, fit to impale into his flesh, she turned into savage beast with it.


She watched him ooze bodily fluids out of his immobile body, not the kind to make her or any other woman pregnant but the kind of pains and eternal sleep.


She didn't regret any of her violent actions because that was the only kind of Masterpiece she appreciated for herself and no one else.

RemenZack:
P.S - www.remenzack.com is thoroughly responsible for any of her posts linked here on Nairaland.


Pardon any form of physical violence and abuse. All is fictional and the names mentioned are totally fictitious and not real.


For Christmas, he would take her shopping, while he insisted she sat on Santa's lap, even as a 28 year old. He would take silly photos of the scene, while she would catch him stealing glances and sending ogled signals to various ladies as they walked by.


For New Year, they would stand close to the Christmas tree and have a countdown to the brand new year, holding, groping and kissing each other. It would be a merry moment, after which they would drink wine.


For Valentine's day, they would exchange valuable and exotic presents to one another. His would be more expensive of course and hers would be eye watering and mouth gaping. They would hold each other in their arms and talk about the erratic future.


For every other holiday, they would do their favourite things together. She would cook specials meals, divulging the recipes from her Grandmother, who lived faraway and he would buy her shoes, clothes and more of those.


Until all of those Masterpieces ceased to exist. It stopped like a flashing light in a cavernous cave. He would stop buying her things but she never stopped cooking or dressing good, just for him.


She would buy Lingerie dresses, that wouldn't even fit too well, since he had called her overweight once or twice. But she still managed to force her clunky skin into the sheer silky material. She would wear showy makeup on her face, wasting spades amount of time, just to make sure she looked good enough for her lover.


Some other times, she got more special recipes from her Grandmother, who often proffered that the route to a man's heart has been proven to be his belly but that doesn't mean he has to be stuffed with food only. She would say there's more to do for a man.


That night before another Valentine's day, she looked into his things, because she watched The Notebook and read a few chapters of the Book too. She searched on and on, as if something important were missing.


That was when she saw the most sparkling wedding band in history. She was swooned almost immediately, making her gape at the sight.


She wanted to take hold of the opportunity, by placing it on the appropriate finger but she feared it was a wrong move when it came to the puzzles of a relationship. She kept it back into its erstwhile hiding place but she failed and placed the big precious band on her finger, making her yelp and adore it for some minutes.


She thought he would ask the ultimate question but he never did that night. The next night, he still didn't, making her worry in trepidation slightly. That was why she bought more silky Lingerie outfits and begged for more delectable recipes for their taste buds.


Still, he wasn't moved, not biting his lips or licking them either when he saw her full cleavage or ate her meals. When he was asleep, she searched for the precious band and it was gone. It was gone for real!


That was when she prepared to make a Masterpiece, another Masterpiece just for herself and not for him anymore. A Masterpiece made of him! She was ready to please herself with the sight of him pleading, begging and crying like a toddler, seeking Candy and Cookies.


She wore one of his Sweatshirts as he walked past her, not saying Hello. He smelled of another woman and she was still sitting and waiting for him to say just a word, but he didn't. With the nearest object, fit to impale into his flesh, she turned into savage beast with it.


She watched him ooze bodily fluids out of his immobile body, not the kind to make her or any other woman pregnant but the kind of pains and eternal sleep.


She didn't regret any of her violent actions because that was the only kind of Masterpiece she appreciated for herself and no one else.

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