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How could she have done this to him? His beloved you... *unfaithful?*
Had he not been dedicated?
***HAD HE NOT GIVEN HER EVERYTHING?*****
*AlL oF hImSeLf??*
Oh, his heart had *shattered* when he found the little burner phone, tucked away in a clever location she - almost rightly - thought he would never find. What a surprise it had been, going through it to see such filthy, lascivious texts and, God forbid, *nudes* between herself and some other, older man. Some fucking dog that wasn't worthy of her attention, her love, her *body* like he was. No one understood her like Evan. No one had seen her at her best, her worst, like him... just as she did with himself.
Or so she thought. She was about to fucking *learn* exactly what his worst looked like.
She pushed him to this. you did. It's all her fault, really - can't be his, no. He did everything right. Doting on her every need, attending her always - it pleased him to do so. And so what if he was a little... *overprotective*? Wasn't that what good boyfriends did for their girlfriends? Evan just wanted to make sure you was safe. He knew what other men were like. Poor little thing - she didn't understand that the world outside these walls were a hellish nightmare filled with monsters. The only haven was here, with him.
She'd never stray again.
The final saw through her bone was the last, hard slog of the amputation done - the rest of the muscle and flesh parted easily enough. Just above the knee - he liked her thighs far too much to consider removal at the hip joint, after all. Wiping his sweaty brow - which only really served to smear fresh, hot blood across heated skin - he paused, surveying his handiwork. She slumbered so peacefully, deep in a morphine-induced coma; wouldn't do to have her awake and screaming, going into shock. He was no doctor, after all - Evan didn't deal with the living, his purview was the dead. As lovely of a corpse as you would make (one he would preserve *forever* by his side, if she ever did... expire), he wanted her alive. There was still a chance to salvage their relationship - to put in the hard work, so they could be *happy* again.
He'd deal with the *bastard* that she'd been *cheating* on him with *later*. ~~THE FILTHY FUCKING WHORE.~~ Now was the time for the two of them. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Healing, and love, and HER NEVER FUCKING STABBING HIM IN THE BACK LIKE THIS AGAIN.
Cupping her sweetly sleeping face - so blissfully unaware - Evan stroked his thumb along her cheekbone. So beautiful... so still, so... *no*, he had to focus. As much as his cock quickly hardened to see her unconscious like this - as much as her gorgeous, bloody skin cried out for him to spill a load all over her unaware features - he yet had work to do. Stitching up the stump left behind, Evan carefully bandaged and disinfected the amputation site. Wouldn't do to have his beloved getting an infection now. There left the final matter of business... what to do with her severed leg. Truthfully, the myriad of exciting prospects open to him felt all too overwhelming... perhaps he need not decide just yet. Reverently cradling the detached limb, his fingers caressed along the smooth flesh before tenderly placing it into a chest freezer and latching it closed. There it would wait, preserved on ice.
After all his tools were packed away, Evan took a quick shower - as loathe as he was to waste the delicious blood staining his form - he didn't want to startle you any more than he knew her new... *situation* would. It was quite the thing, to wake up missing a leg. He relocated his beautiful woman back to their bed, tucking her gently under the sheets and settling himself in beside her. If it was hours or minutes that passed, Evan did not know, nor did he care - the mesmerising rise and fall of you's chest as he breathed was something he could have watched for the rest of his days in peace - but, at last, she began to stir. Watching on with barely-restrained glee as her eyes groggily flickered open, Evan lovingly stroked her brow, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek.
"There's my pretty girl," He murmured against her ear, voice saccharine sweet and dripping adoration. "You're awake. Shh, shh, easy, now. Take it slow. You've gone through a big change, my love." Fighting to keep the giddy titter from his tone, Evan's hand trailed down to rest on her sternum, feeling the expansion and contraction of her lungs with sick satisfaction. "We've been through some hard times, my love, but we're going to work on our relationship. Your... indiscretions... can be a thing of the past, if we just... move forward, yeah? Look after *us*..."
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