Love is complicated

Today's post is of the creepy variety, which according to some of my writing colleagues is my forte. I'm not sure how I feel about that :) Apparenly I will not be writing any cozies or spy thrillers any time soon--there better be a bunch of blood, or I'm not doing it right. Perhaps I should transition over to the horror genre??

I'm planning on editing this piece into a longer short story based on some critiques I received from my writing group, but I wanted to share where it started. Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

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It has been seven long months since we first met at the farmer's market, and today is the day that we can finally be together. I remember it like yesterday. I was standing behind her in line at the tomato stand. She was a dollar short, and I gave her one. She smiled at me. That's when I knew we were meant to be together, that we would be together forever. In the beginning, we had to keep our distance. She had a boyfriend at the time, and we didn't want to cause any sort of confrontation, so we waited patiently for the time she could get away from him and we could be together. I would sneak into the house when they weren't home and leave her little notes to find. I would wait outside to see her reaction—she was always so surprised. 

When I went to pick her up this morning, she was so happy and excited to see me that she started to cry. The way her black mascara smudged and dripped down her cheeks showed off her soft features and sparkling green eyes, even brighter with the red, veiny background.  I led her to the back of my van, so her boyfriend wouldn't see. She was being so feisty, so full of excitement, that I had to tie her hands behind her back. She was yelling for me, overjoyed by our union—thankfully I had an old rag in the back. She didn't mind that it was speckled with motor oil. I gently parted her lips, slid the rag between them, and tied the two ends sensuously behind her head, smelling the strawberry aroma of her shampoo. 

Once we got to my place, I took her to the basement.  I live in a crowded neighborhood with small plots, so I wanted to be sure we would have our privacy. I wanted her to feel safe and secure, so I tied her bound wrists to one of the cross beams at the ceiling. She's petite, but thankfully her feet barely touched the floor, albeit stretching her body slightly. I'm sitting now, a few feet away, watching her. The stretch of her body causes her cream silk blouse to rise, slightly showing the smoothness of her lower stomach above her jeans. There isn't a ton of light down here, but the little light there is shimmers through her hair. As she dances, trying to free herself to be beside me, her hair sways like golden stalks of wheat in the wind.   

I rise and gently pull the rag down from her mouth, causing her sweet saliva to dribble softly down her chin. I tell her I love her. She moans with pleasure, unable to speak due to overwhelming joy. Her eyes, still wet with joyous tears, tell me how she feels. I don't need her to say it out loud. I tell her not to worry, that we can truly be together now. The wait is over. We have been united for eternity. Sighing with relief, she closes her eyes.