She's mine.
That's how it is.
That's how it should be.

Every bit of her, from the bottom to the top. It's mine. Mine, mine, mine. She doesn't have a choice.


1. Amaris: Entry 1

8:00 A.M.

Dear Amaris,

I have decided to begin writing to you on these scraps of paper, darling. I thought it would be a brilliant idea because when we are married, I can show you how much I loved and cared for you, even before we met! I have a shoebox that I will keep the entries to you in, and then I'll show you, and our kids, and our grandkids. You'll be with me forever, Amaris. Don't you worry about that.

You have just moved in, Amaris. You came in a red minivan, with your family. I have carved the license plate into my wall, so I remember it forever. You have mid-length blonde hair, blue eyes, a gorgeous figure and stunning smile. I have also carved an exact replica of you into my wall, so I can talk to you whenever I wish. I'm sure you will be very impressed when you see it.

You hopped out of the car, carrying two boxes, filled with your beautiful scented clothes. I'll get my hands on some of those soon, so I'll be able to sleep with them and smell you every single night.

I can't believe you, Amaris. You saw me, and I raised my hand in a wave, and you screamed?! I'm afraid I'll have to punish you for that as soon as we meet. We can't have any mistakes like that, can we? No, Amaris, we cannot. My last Amaris wouldn't stop screaming no matter how many times I sliced her arms, and I ended up having to finish her off. You will learn from your mistakes by paying for them.

Well, as you screamed, your mother turned to see what had "frightened" you. All I know is that you did not get your beauty from her, Amaris. But, no need for her to worry, we will make some beautiful grandchildren, just for her. We'll name our children after you, Amaris.

I sunk down to the floor, so my eyes would not have to witness the disgusting, revolting, sickening, foul, nasty, obnoxious sight of your mother.

I shall stop writing now, Amaris, but I will continue watching you.


8:00 P.M.

Dear Amaris,

It appears that you are in college. I'm watching you in your bedroom, sitting among many opened boxes, writing in some workbook. You have your hair tied up in a ponytail, off your face, and I can appreciate the beauty that is every single inch of it.

You have gotten changed into shorts and a cropped top, and what I see is mouth-watering, Amaris. Your arms, legs, feet, neck, stomach... Everything is perfect.


Except... One thing.

You are there, and not here. But I mustn't make a fuss; because you will certainly be here soon. Now, I know women like living in a tidy environment, so I must make everything perfect for you, Amaris. I must scrub the blood stains off the wall, no matter how hard it may be. Some blood stains have been there for so long, that I can hardly see them anymore. They've simply... Melted into my walls.

Just like you will.



Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...