Gamble's Love Story

"There's a fine line between love and hate because the underlying emotion is passion." Our love story.

Kei grabbed his head and let out a hate-laced scream. The pain was so great. It consumed him. He felt sanity slipping through his fingers and felt himself falling ever deeper into the abyss of her embrace. This woman. This woman that he loved. This woman that he hated. This woman devoured him, her grasp too tight - never let go.

She came to him every night. Her poison lips spread searing pain across his own, spreading like water - enveloping him. Her fingertips left deep scars where she caressed him. Her words were ice cold, ripping his heart into shreds with every word she spoke.

She loved him. Her painful love was addictive.

He craved her. He desired her. He waited for her return. Her abusive and careless love. He loved the way she sounded with him. He loved the way she felt. He loved her warmth from the inside; waiting for him.

And he hated her.

He wanted her so bad. He wanted to feel that translucent skin beneath him. He wanted to sink his fingers into her and feel her beating heart. He wanted to rip it out and tear it to shreds like she had to him so many times before. He wanted to tear the skin from her body and hear her veins beat with fear. He wanted to her how she sounded. How she sounded when he dismembered her, bit by bit. The orgasmic shatter of her skull. He relished the image of that body laying before him. Blood pooling out and enveloping her - a beautiful blanket of comfort.

Yes he hated her. But he loved her. Such strength in passion blinded him in mind. Not a thought passed where she didn't haunt him.