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mayullla · 1 year

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Quest SideStory: A Broken Wife

Character(s): Slime (Original Work/Unnamed Char) Summary: Married yet alone, you thought it would stay like this for a long time. An arranged marriage. It would actually continue to be like till you dropped a bottle where inside trapped a monster. Tags/Warnings: fantasy jrpg like universe, fem!reader, suggestive themes (both non-consensual and dubious kissing, touching), possession (not reader), mentions of cheating (not done by reader), Stockholm syndrome (broken!reader), dubious consent, toxic relationships, imprisonment, emotional manipulation, 5k words

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He was a greedy man. In an arranged marriage, you still thought that you got lucky when you first met him. A kind man was what you thought him to be as you two awkwardly greeted each other. He treated you kindly and was a gentleman that you thought that even if this man was who you didn't love, you thought that you would do as you became his wife.

His soft smile as he asked for your hand, kissing it softly when you both first greeted each other. How he spoiled you already with words you thought he was gentle.

Really it was a delusional thought.

So quickly did he change, in front of others he treated you as someone he loves dearly yet in the privacy of your home he would drop that mask, his face almost uncaring and his words cold and manipulative. You were just a piece of item that was presented in a deal between your father who only looks at you as something he could sell and benefit from and your now husband a rich merchant who looked at you as a connection to your father, same as your father to him you were just an object.

Too quickly you have become used to this reality, your life hopeless from the start as your father nor your mother cared about your situation.

You stopped begging your mother to help you from the man who you knew didn't love you, a workaholic, and has eyes for other women. Yet you were only slapped harshly on the face as your mother berated you for your disloyalty to your husband. It was from then on that you knew you could not get out of this... when the people who were your family didn't care about you when the people outside were only jealous of you, and while others held respect for your husband unlike you.... a housewife who was lucky enough to find such a spoiling husband.

In a sense, he did spoil you... you knew he felt guilty when there were days he could not look at you in the eyes. It seems that he tries to cover all his guilt with material presents whenever he can. You have drawers and boxes filled with pretty dresses and pieces of jewelry. How he uses his words to try to make himself look just a little bit better and make you agree.

But this was not what you wanted. He and you knew both knew that.

Hopeless, you thought as you lifelessly woke up every day, forcing yourself to get up. You tried so desperately to look at the good, that your husband never raised a hand over you even if his words were like a snake sometimes coiling around your neck as he thank you for being so lovely. Thankful for the many benefits he had bought you from marrying him, ignoring the other problems. You can only nod. A smile doesn't reach your eyes as he went on that you were nothing without him.

When he was gone or if he was right beside you, you thought that most of everything was lifeless except a few things.

The plants that you took care of, small pots on the window sill that you planted from seed where you only small delights in your life. Your husband didn't care much for your hobby, but he did get a few flower seed packs as a gift, a smile on his face as people all looked in adoration of this lovely gesture.

Silently, you cleaned the house and cooked for yourself and your husband every so often you would go out to the market for groceries. You didn't spend much money on luxuries as your wardrobe was already full of dresses and accessories that your husband has bought for you to create an image that he was so in love with you and to push away the guilt.

Dusting the living room, you were cleaning a shelf that was full of items that were placed there for a show when guests visit. Most things were items gotten from adventurers, item drops from monsters, or rare dried plants. Items that he sold or traded with the other adventurers.

Your mind was in a daze, so busy cleaning the glass frames in the back of the shelf that you hit a jar with your elbow. Your heart raised as you tried to make a grab for it, but you were too slow as you watched the jar thankfully not shatter or break. However, the cork popped open from the jar as you watched black sludge slowly seep out.

You thought you could save it before it could touch the floor and dirty itself, you didn't want to make your husband upset at what you have done yet when you saw the sludge flinch and pull itself back into the jar you pulled your hands away, your heart on your throat.

"What..." You pushed yourself away from the jar in panic as you wondered what your husband had brought home without telling you.

"What are you?" You tinted your head at the moving sludge that slowly crawled out the lid when it realized that you would not do anything to hurt it. You were scared if not freaked out on what this thing was, yet you could not do anything as you watched it weakly trying to move. Little by little at a time. Just what did your husband buy...

Slowly you watched the slime reach out from far away a plant in your home, a small plant that you took to growing from seed was sitting on the window sill. Looking at it and then at the slime you threw your cautiousness out the window as you cut a leaf from your plant and carefully tossed the leaf into the slime.

You watched as the slime reached out, taking the leaf and pushing it within its body. Your eyes widened as you watched the leaf slowly break down with the liquid body.

"Are you hungry?" You asked cautiously. It wobbled a little as if nodding at your words. Standing up you quickly went to the kitchen without letting the slime out of your sight you grab a few cut vegetables from the cutting board and placed them near the slime watching it slowly eat them one by one.

You watched it slowly before a little more alive than before, which was hard to explain really as the slime was feature less without eyebrows or a mouth to tell its emotion but you suppose it jiggling its body a lot more compared to before is its way to show that it was happy?

You seriously need to know why a live slime was trapped in the jar sitting quietly on the shelf. Slimes are a common monster in the wild, but if you were not wrong, they were of a different color of blues and greens and rare ones of pinks that you saw in books. You never heard of black slimes...

Somehow, you managed to push the slime back into the bottle and place the cork back. Placing the jar back into the shelf, you waited for your husband to come. Thankfully, you needed to wait for only a bit more as you watched the sun go down.

"What is that?" You asked your husband who boredly looked at you and then at the jar that he brought home a few days ago. "It is a certain species of slime. I got that from a traveler who ended up in one of the deeper parts of the monster-infested areas and grabbed it." He told you in a monotone voice as he went back to eating.

"Why did you buy it?" You asked curiously only to receive a glare. It seems that he wasn't in the mood today. "Why? Am I not allowed to buy what I want with my money?" You flinched at his cold voice but shook your head. "N-no... I was just curious about its use."

His embarrassed face when he realized what you meant as he looked away and sighed, annoyed. "It is nothing really... slime has a variety of uses sometimes in the materials in building houses but also stuff like aphrodisiacs. The slime I bought is more of a special kind, as most slimes are mainly green or blue that are near human settlements, rare few are pink. That one is black due to its habitat being deep within the monster forests that no travelers are usually crazy enough to dare to travel. It is more potent than the other slimes. I was thinking of selling it at a higher price to a buyer."

Nodding, you glance at the slime again as you wondered if your husband knew that it was alive when he suddenly stood up from his seat, leaving the table. "I am not hungry anymore. I am tired from work, so I am gonna sleep first. Goodnight." He left before you could even say a word.

You were left alone in the kitchen, and the only sounds were your husband's steps walking away which grew smaller and smaller. It was silent as you ate alone, quiet when you took all the dishes away. You were used to this silence.

Washing the dishes after breakfast, your husband had already left early for work. The sun was up as you finished wiping the dishes. Looking at the remaining food that was left, you placed all of them on one plate as you headed towards the living room where the slime was kept on a shelf. You wondered if this was right if you should even be doing this, but as you watched the slime move inside the jar you opened it.

"Here you go." You said softly at the slime, letting it slide off the jar into the plate. The slime was first cautious but quickly started eating soon leaving nothing on the plate. "Good job." You whispered, laughing as you pat the slime with one finger, the slime bobbed as if happy from your pats. "One must not waste food, okay? hehe..."

Every day when your husband leaves home not coming back till late at night you would let the slime out of its jar letting it eat the leftover food that was left as you watched the chunks slowly break apart till there was nothing left but a clear black tinted slime. And when you grow to trust it a little, you let it move freely but only within your eyesight. The monster had also grown attached to you as it cling to your fingers hoping that you would continue to spoil it and attention and before your husband would come home you would place it back into its jar and pretend that nothing ever happened.

"Ah, don't touch them!" You said in surprise when it tried to go near the post of flowers you were caring for. Worried that it would eat them, you scooped the slime into your hand and took it farther from the flower pots. "You are not allowed to eat them, okay? I will be sad if you do." You told it. The ripple it made as if surprised at your words and then only to flatten could not help but make you giggle.

"You are such a cute thing. Are all slimes like you?" You asked curiously at the blob of slime."Slimes are common monsters, but since I live indoors most of my life, I have rarely a chance to see a monster for myself." You told it, it rolled to the side a little as it was trying to re-enact how a human would tilt their head thinking.

"I wonder if you could eat meat..." You handed a piece of stripped chicken from your leftovers immediately. The slime hugged your hand that held the food as you watched the chicken slowly disappear in its body, yet your own hand was without a scratch.

"Ehh?" You looked at the corner of the wardrobe, once filled with many boxes you thought of cleaning however when you finally got all the boxes out of the dark and went to grab a cloth you returned to a clean, dustless place with the slime right in the middle of the furniture. "Did you eat the dust?" You asked, you got your answer in a form of a squish-like sneeze from the slime.

"You shouldn't pull my skirt!" You slightly yelled, startled in surprise. As it tugged your skirt, the slime was definitely hungry and was begging you for food, but you didn't think it would pull on your skirt so suddenly!

"Do you want to go out?" You asked when you saw it still near a window. "I am sorry, but I can't take you out." It was a monster after all, and if someone saw it, you knew it would be killed right away.

You had created a special bond in a way. It was like your little pet, if not a friend to whom you would tell and vent your frustrations. You didn't think it could understand you, but when it nudged the heal of your foot, you thought it was trying to comfort you...

"Thank you." You said softly, patting it head. It bobs it head again

You thought that this would last longer, a foolish thought, but you hoped. You didn't know that when you were out, your husband would return home so soon planning on grabbing the slime as he had found a buyer.

As you went to the market to buy food for dinner you came back surprised when you saw shoes that belonged to your husband as you wondered why he had come home so early. Well, till you heard a crash and yells. Dropping your bags you ran to your husband's shouts in the living room as your eyes widen in shock the jar that held that black slime was on the floor broken with no slime in sight instead it was on your husband's face clinging as he tried to rip the slime off from his face.

"Get off of me!!" He yelled at the thing that blinded him. You ran towards them as you so desperately tried to help. Only to be harshly shoved by your husband who could not see you.

Your head slammed to the wall, and you blacked out. Darkness slowly took over your eyes. The last thing you heard was your husband's shouting, trying to get the slime off.

You don't remember how much time had passed yet, your eyes slowly open still dizzy from the hit to the head. Yet when you finally got yourself together you could not help but gasp, the living room was a mess with many broken pieces of furniture, the table was flipped to the side, frames fallen from the walls as well as the decorations from the shelf, glass shattered.

Your heart pained when you saw the plants that you took care of, broken pots and roots and soil spilled everywhere. Your husband was dying in the middle of everything nose, ears, eyes, and mouth all leaking this black liquid slime water.

Slowly, you crawled towards him in fear that he might be dead. Placing your hands on his chest desperately, hoping that he was alive, you could only breathe in relief when you felt his breathing. Soft, but it was still there. You placed your head on his chest in relief as you tried to calm yourself, and after a while, you forced your head up again.

Only for your eyes to widen in shock and your blood to run cold when you saw his eyes. As he grabbed your hands sticky from the slime, holding them so tightly that you could not get away. His eyes were love-struck as he looked at you, his tongue slightly out, and his breathing heavier than a few moments ago, and his face flushed red.

He pulled you towards him, your head spinning as he slammed your lips on tip of his as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, exploring it. His eyes were still open as he watched your dulled reaction, weakly desperately trying to push him away but wouldn't let you. When you thought that you would faint again due to your lack of breath, he acted like a staved animal as if he wanted to consume you, and he finally let you go. A trail of spite connected your mouth mixed with black as you stared at him in fear. His short locks that touched the floor you could see looked like they had turned into a black goop at the tips.

You watched as the slime slowly seeped back into his locks. The slime on his ears and face slowly absorbed back into his skin, giving you more evidence that he was truly not your husband... but the black slime that you have taken care of.

What have you done...

He wasn't your husband. He is a monster that took control over your husband's body, and you were scared that it was too late.

You should have screamed then and there if nobody had come to your and your husband's aid the first time this time they would. Yet it didn't let you before you could do anything slime wrapped around your body, holding you tightly as well as your mouth to keep you from screaming. Part of his arms has turned into slime. You yelped in fear as you stared at the man who sat up, a solemn face that you were so familiar with and cold eyes. There was also a hint of something else. Something crazed as he looked at you with those eyes that kept you on edge.

"You shouldn't scream, dear. People would mistake that you and I had a little spat." He smiled.

It was the same voice, the same face, yet the smile was unfamiliar to you. It wasn't that smile that he used in front of others it was more sinister, more lustful. As the rope-like slime was removed from your mouth before you could take a chance to scream again, he attacked your mouth with his.

You don't know how long he kissed you, shoving his tongue into your mouth and exploring your teeth and corners of your mouth. You dont remember his tongue being this long, reaching the back of your mouth so quickly. You don't know when you fainted, but even after it, he never let you go. The moment you opened your eyes again, your hands and legs were tied to the bed. He was in a corner of the room relaxing on an armchair watching you.

"Let me go!! What did you do to my husband?!" You demanded, flinching as he took a step closer to the bed, closer to you. "What do you mean? I am your husband." Not a hint of guilt nor hesitation was obvious in his voice as he smiled at you. The bed creaked when he placed a hand beside your head, while the other started moving your hair from your face, playing with the strands. "It seems you have forgotten about me. How cruel. No matter, I will just have to help you remember."

"For now I should keep you here, we can't have you go around screaming after all." He chuckled, there was excitement in his voice. The fact that he was able to have you here and his almost made him high as he continued to play with your hair uncaring towards the fear in your eyes.

Every day, he spoiled you with affection and adoration. As you were trapped in your own home, he would kiss you not only on your lips but many elsewhere and lovingly hold you in his arms and whisper in your ear his obsession. You tried to fight back, bite his lips when he kissed yours, yet he didn't care and continued in his affections. You tried to push him away, but he was stronger than you even before the monster took over him, and the slime-like ropes held you in your place.

"Hnn.." he groaned when you bit his tongue, yet when you expected the taste of metallic blood, you tasted nothing, instead yelped as he shoved his tongue deeper into your throat, causing you to have a vomit reaction. When you looked at his eyes, they crinkled almost as if smiling. You knew that he was punishing you. Right when you thought you would faint again. He released your lips to let you finally breathe instead, went to kiss your face, and continued his whispers of love.

It broke your mind, and he knew that. It took some time. Little by little, he continued to chip at your sanity. And when you were finally docile enough, quiet in his arms and reliant in his affections, he finally let you go.

Nobody knew what happened. The slime that took over your husband's body took it to work every day, and nobody could have been suspicious. Not even his own personality did they realize there was a flaw. Nobody really noticed you were gone for a while. Though a housewife who didn't have many friends, nobody would. He also made many excuses to make sure nobody looked for you.

He dressed you, before when you preferred something simple he forced you to wear the presents given to you in the past and more now. Dainty lace and cute frills he would dress you with. Kissing you on the lips before leaving for work, it was as if nothing had happened. Nothing was wrong.

"Here you go." Placing a box on your lap, he smiled at you, urging you to open it. Your hands slowly grabbed the ribbons and pulled them carefully. You opened the box and gulped at what you saw. A white laced lingerie something your past husband would definitely never buy you even after marriage. "It reminded me of you when I saw it. After all, I don't think I have spoiled you enough the time we got married." Placing a small kiss on your cheek right below your eyes, "From now on, I will give you everything that you have ever desired and more that you could only think of me."

He played with your mind. The slime that within him you thought was almost innocent after eating the man's memories had become sly. Mixed in with it, love and obsession towards you resulted in this possessive man. This man was kind. His touches were loving and gentle compared to the past, which was nonexistent. You knew that this man wasn't the same man you married instead you had to remind yourself again and again that this man was possessed by a monster that ate your husband's brain, and settled in the curves in it. It took everything away from your husband, his skills, talents, memories... his free will.

"Say ahh." You looked at the food right in front of you, hesitation in your eyes as you were forced to sit on his lap. Your face heated in embarrassment as he told you to open your mouth again. "Didn't you also feed me every day? Why are you so shy, honey?" He chuckled amused by your torment as he asked to open your mouth again. "I won't let you go till you finish all your food, alright? You always say wasting is bad."

You should be screaming. You should be terrified that this slime took over your husband's body and started to act like it was your husband. You felt your mind swirling with madness. Every action was so similar to your husband. The way he walked did not change nor did the manner of his speech change. As if nothing had really changed from the outside view, except... you watched as black goop that was supposed to be a replacement for earwax and eye gunk on his eyes and ears. When you kiss and then separate, you leave a string of saliva mixed with black.

"So cute." He chuckled as he held your face with his hands, breathless you panted after a long tongue kiss that he forced you to after a long day of work. He was the one giving you home after all, your wardrobe full of elegant clothes as he threw away the more simple plain ones, spoiling you with so much affection, yet you wouldn't do the same? Spoil him a little with your attention like you did before. He didn't let you go, holding you tightly towards his body. He knew that you gave you no room to express your thoughts.

Another day, you gave in to his teasing, raising your hands as you hesitantly pulled his face near yours. You have pecked him a couple of times already in his demands and always looked rather satisfied after it, yet it didn't seem to be the case today. When you placed a light kiss on his lips and were about to retreat, he didn't let you and pushed his lips on yours. "Tongue." Short yet annoyed, you saw his eyes and knew that you could not be getting away till you did what he told you. Hesitantly pushed your tongue into his mouth, his own curled around yours and pulled.

"You really shouldn't make such a face. I can only hold myself back so much."

The queen size bed the same bed that he trapped you in usually empty on one side in the past more often than not now had two beings in it, his arms hugging and holding you so tightly as if possessiveness and jealousy were swirling in his mind, angered that you have spoken with another man other than him when you went out with him. You thought your bones would break the way he was holding you, your back facing him he wanted to bring you closer and closer even when there were no gaps left.

"If only I could keep you in a jar whenever we go out. So that no men would notice you and you only have me." Annoyance and frustration were in his tone as you tried to pull away from the slime that strapped you to the bed. "I am so annoyed..."

He acted like he wanted to dig a hole in your heart whether that was physically or mentally you weren't so sure but you didn't doubt he could carve your own heart out when you weren't able to move from his embrace that tightens whenever you make a slight movent when the slime was the one who carved out your husband's conscious making him nothing more than a zombie it could manipulate as it steals both his talents, skills and memories everything that he has work hard over. He had told you many times that he could force you to love him, forced you to adore him.

Maybe he did take your body, the saliva like slime forced to swallow every day from the kiss was definitely doing something to your body. You just didn't know what...

Outside, he was soft and kind the same the past, the type of man any woman would love to marry, a gentleman. In the privacy of your own home, tho... he wasn't the same. He was nothing but a monster that was so possessive over your body and your being, so greedy for your mind to only think of him. In front of others, his touches were soft and gentle, a man so in love with his wife. At home, it was as if he wanted to chain you down so that you would only be for him.

"My wife is the most lovely person in the world. I would be nothing without her love and support." He sang to others as they looked at him in a kind of respect when it was so obvious that he was infatuated with you to insanity.

"I see you are wearing the gift I have gotten for you. Good, my love deserves a reward, don't you think?" The white lingerie hidden by your dress made you feel embarrassed even if you knew that others could not see it. It was like a mark of his, that you belonged to him.

Toxic you thought to yourself, this would eat you alive one day or another. Yet you could not do anything but follow along as your heart too greed for his touch and affection. His manipulative words were the same, but this time with an obsession that you could not help be grow addicted to.

"You are heating up. Have you become shy, or are you sick?" You flinched at his cold hand. He had become a little colder to the touch may be before how his body was really just slime, but in your flushed state, they were comforting. The sly smile as he faked his worry of your embarrassed self, teasing. He was the reason why you were like this waking up to see him staring at you for who knows how long.

"What is the matter dear you can tell me." He pulled you closer. You could feel his legs weren't so solid anymore under the blanket as the wrap around your legs was a reminder that he wasn't human, yet once he leaves the house, nobody will be the wiser.

You looked away, avoiding eye contact, then with a bit of determination hesitantly, you grabbed his white shirt. You knew the moment you did this, it would be the end. That you could not take anything back. Yet you can not help it, you can not help it anymore. His eyes widened in surprise as you pulled him closer to you for the first time. Did you ever make a move out of your own will.

The clingingness that you never once showed as your eyes begged him to show the affection you so desperately crave and grew addicted to yet for so so long tried to resist. The surprise soon morphed into amusement, then a lovesick expression of drunken high of an expression that he often showed after a long heated kiss as you were forced to drink all this slime he shoved down your throat. You had a guess as to what that liquid might be at first and felt vile at the thought.

Yet now it was something small, minor, compared to his attraction towards you, as you looked at him, still clinging as if trying to cover the gap between you and him, or maybe the emptiness in your own heart, you weren't sure. You didn't care anymore, after all, now you were loved.

After all, you were too broken from the start.

Note: okay now let me explain why there is too much kissing here... besides me being horny while writing this long ago- this is connected to the slime one shot that I have. Slime's "courtship" is basically giving a bit of the slime to the partner to show others that their slime companion is taken and now humans aren't slime... at least the reader isn't.

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mayullla · 10 months

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Quest SideStory: It's two now...

Character(s): Slimes (Original work/Unnamed Char)

Summary: A what-if continuation of A Broken Wife; In a loveless marriage where your husband once didn't care, you can't help but fall for another man. But that was all in the past... well till you saw him again at the market with your husband.

Tags/Warnings: fantasy jrpg like universe, fem!reader, suggestive themes (both non-consensual and dubious kissing, touching, but no outright smut), possession (not reader again), mentions of cheating (husbands part unless you consider a wife constantly looking at another man cheating too), Stockholm syndrome (broken!reader), dubious consent, toxic relationships, imprisonment, emotional manipulation, drabble

Random brainrot for that yan slime brain husband and wife reader. But like since you have been in a loveless marriage, decided by your parents. What if the reader falls in love with another man, someone who was far kinder towards you in the past, one that doesn't avoid your eyes.

However, you never made a move... After all, you were a married woman. How could you? The world around you that you live in would look down on you. A cheating wife. A disgrace. You thought you were able to bottle everything up. You thought that it was fine... to look from afar.

But that was from the past.

Cut too now. Your husband's brain is filled to the brim with slime and so possessive over you and what you do. Your every step, your energy, your eyes, to him it was all his. Yet maybe it could have stayed this way instead of something far worse. You should have stayed at home instead of asking his permission to go out that day, wanting no more than to stretch your legs and watch people bustle around the market. You really should have stayed back home when you went out on a date only to bump into the man you were so in love with in the past.

He greeted you with a smile, asking how you have been and that it has been a while since he had last seen you. And your feelings once forgotten due to all the things that recently happened came back like a speeding train crash. You were unable to look him in the face, guilt in your heart as you stuttered your answers.

Your face heated up, unknown to you, your husband could see everything as he narrows his eyes. Jealousy overwhelmed him as his hand on your waist tightened, snapping you back to reality as you looked at your husband. He was angry, you were so sure of it. Yet when you tried to stop him, scared that he would do something foolish, he suddenly smiled at the man greeting him as if he was never angry... as if he was never jealous.

Your heart thundered in your chest when you returned home in fear of what was to come. He was still holding your hip, still tight, never once relaxed till you finally got home. Yet as soon as he released your waist, he pulled you into him. His kisses were more aggressive than before, similar to when he was recently changed into a monster. He refused to let you go out for a few days, and if you tried to beg him, he did not let you go out.

It was a repeat of the past.

It took a while, but he finally calmed down as he released you from house arrest. You thought that everything would turn back to how it was and that everything would be alright till you heard a knock on the door. Your husband was at home, as he took a small holiday for himself, unable to concentrate on his work. Your heart dropped when you saw him again.

He greeted you, smiling as he asked you how have you been and that he wanted to visit cause he was worried about you. The two of you didn't have much time to talk last time as your husband cut in and rushed everything so that he could take you away.

You tried to smile at him, tried yet all you could think about was your husband that was in the corner listening. You fear that the man would die when your husband appeared to greet him once again. His smile was too strained in your eyes as he asked the man to come in.

Everything happened too suddenly, when your husband told you to get something for you guys to eat while he escort the guest into the lining room you hurrier to grab everything even knocking the tea box while rushing but it appears that you were too late when you almost immediately heard a crash in the other room. Running, you screamed your husband to stop. Your eyes widen as you watch him stand staring at the man who you once loved on the floor struggling to breathe as black goop covers his face, cutting his air to breathe. No matter how many times he tried to rip and tear the slime off his face, it was no use as it slowly moved to his brain. You tried to stop it, screaming to your husband in tears to stop. Begging to let him go, yet your husband looked down at the man so coldly, then looking with what you thought was understanding in his eyes, clearly you were wrong when he placed his hand on your face asking why you didn't listen to him. "Didn't I ask you to get the tea, dear? Staying here would only hurt you right now."

Grabbing you by your waist as you tried to stop everything that was happening. You tried to get down, push him away, but he held you tightly in his arms, kissing your temple and neck, telling you to calm down and that everything would be okay even if you didn't listen to him you were still by his side.

But you could not calm down, not when the man you once cared about so much was on the floor unmoving. He was dead. Someone died cause of you. In your mind, it was already too late. You knew it was already too late, yet you could not admit it to yourself.

You can't help hope when you saw a twitch of his hand when he started moving little by little but your heart only froze again when you saw his eyes that were looking at you, filled to the brim with an insane love.

You don't know how it came to be, you didn't understand how it came to happen when even the littlest of privacy was now gone in the face of two men, days where both of them suffocate you with their love and obsessions. Usually, when your husband had to go to work, you had a little time to yourself. But it was now taken by the man you once loved. His love was more obsessive than your husband's, who was more possessive over your being, but it didn't change the mania in their eyes, both the same and only for you.

Sometimes, you thought that they were more intuned with each other minds, and how they move always fills the gap by your side when the other has to leave for a moment. It was as if they had one mind. But days when it was you three, there was always this anger within them that they never say, yet their actions show. Your husband becomes more possessive while the other becomes more clinging. There was so much envy, jealousy, and anger towards each other. They fought for your thoughts, your mind, and your heart. Everything.

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