"Is that it? You did all this just to use me?" my fiancée, Tamara, asked in sorrow.
There was no anger left in her voice but what i could feel from her was only a deep sense of resignation. Since the game was as good as lost, the woman had chosen to give up instead.
No more family. Friends. Loved ones. And even a home to call her own. Nobody would stay complete amidst the onslaught of today's tragedy.
Especially not her, my Tamara, the sole survivor of the plague that i have wrought upon her House.
"You think too highly of yourself, woman. If you had not saved your purity until this day, then you would have joined the dead back to the earth’s embrace." i put the b***h to her place.
Who did she think she was? Even goddesses and deities had prostrated for days and nights naked befor
