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This contains some "complex adult material" ...be advised you creepy people who read my journal...











Trying so hard to keep their little secret, She would be so proud of him he thought. She didn't want to have to wait for him in that box anyway he said to himself...how cramped it would be and what kind of a husband would he be if he gave up his dear wife. But after a while the reality began to dawn on him, he would have to put her someplace else, any place else really. The man down stairs had been pestering him lately with many odd questions like, "what is that god awful smell?". He would only smile at the man and say he had no idea. He was a bold faced liar as well as an all around disturbed human being, he would always forget what a sin self deciet was. He was also tired of the phone calls from people he knew, worried about him....and his dear wife. That reminded him that his boss would be calling soon, curious as to why he hadn't shown up for work in so long. After all, someone had to take care of the city's elderly. Normally it would be him. But he was to busy with personal matters to take care of them. He thought about how long he and his wife had been married, and felt ashamed to realise that he didn't exactly know. But gone were the days when he would be scolded for not remembering such pointless things, his wife was now, litteraly only what he wanted her to be. Essentially he lives in a world of his own grotesque creation, where he is god. It had always been that way, and he was lucky to have a wife who would choose to ignore it. Sometimes he played god at work, but that is another story entirely. His mind could never stay in one place for too long. It was time to visit his poor lonely wife he thought. He made his way down the hall, then down the stairs to the basement. He thought about how depressing and dark the basement was...no place for her. But he didn't have many options at that point. Oh well, there is always time to move her later he thought cheerfully. Only someone either truly in love, or truly insane could bare to be in that basement, but he felt a warm feeling deep inside so perhaps a bit of both. He wished that she could be as warm, he had thought about trying to copulate with her again but decided against it, not in spite of morality, but because he was very tired. But once you get past how cold it is and the smell of course, it is quite the lovely experience he thought. But alas it was becoming increasingly hard to keep her what with every ones constant pestering and the rapid onset of this cursed decaying. No matter, he thought...it would all turn out for the best and she would not be taken from him, he felt briefly aggravated that people couldn't understand. Finally removing all of the bad thoughts from his mind, he kissed his dear wife goodnight and went off to bed feeling that he had for lack of a better term, won. Not even death could take all of what was his. Not untill he was good and ready.









I ask that my readers not be distracted and think that this is a story about necrophilia, don't miss the point.