Vanessa

Enzo took a few breaths, his chest rising and falling. It seemed as if he was trying to calm himself. “Just a few more hours,” he muttered to himself. “I just need to wait a few more hours, and in the eyes of God, I will fuck you as my wife.” 

    Jesus Christ, help me.  

    He turned and headed toward the door, but not before glancing over his shoulder.  

    “Just think about it. We’ll be one again before the clock strikes midnight. I look forward to it.” 

    The second he closed the door and I heard the lock, I crumpled to the floor. I wanted to scratch and claw...