LOVE OF A QUISLING- A Blazing Inferno

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It started with little acts of clinginess, performed in such an endearing manner that the greatest of critics would find no faults with it. Everyone gushed about the cuteness overload from the ‘best eye candies of all time.’ Who didn’t want a partner that was considerate enough to align their schedule to fit yours?

Lascivus, the ever-elusive billionaire c*m playboy- only through this identity could he afford to disappear and reappear at will- took his ‘sweetheart’ to places she’d otherwise only visit in her dreams. The details of such private rendezvous were always kept under wraps, with only a few pictures to suffice. Still, anyone with working eyes and a functional brain could put two and two together- people don’t just glow without due cause.

People who thought that Melanie Spears couldn’t get any more beautiful than she was were shocked at her appearance barely three months into her relationship with Lascivus. Brittany Summers, Melanie’s manger once upon a time, described her look as ‘ethereal and positively unnatural’ while telling Brandon about his mother. She was just too beautiful to be natural.

As time went by, Melanie only became more addicted to s*x with Lust. “The s*x is one to die for,” she never failed to mention whenever the question of what she liked about her sinfully handsome partner arose.

Two years after, she’d moved in with him. The only difference between the duo and a married couple at this time was only the absence of rings and a legally binding document. Wearing matching clothes, supporting each other’s businesses, and buying ridiculously expensive gifts for each other was only the tip of the iceberg. If the trend of hashtags existed at that time, they’d have dominated it with their usual poise, gracefulness, and style.

They say that the road to destruction is wide, welcoming, and unassuming. The harmless-looking path filled with pleasure and fun belies an abysm of unending suffering. And there is never an option to return- you can only move forward, willingly or not.

Addiction is not just a disease. It is a mentality that latches unto an individual for as long as is possible, unwilling to let go. Like a leech, it is never satisfied- its tentacles are buried deep within the crevices of the mind, with only one word on repeat- more. Addiction turns you into your worst enemy, your bane, and the architect of your own misfortune. It demands control and seizes it by force. And until it is satisfied, you will know no peace- confined to your psychological hell.

Melanie slowly but inevitably started to depend on s*x with Lascivus to function. If she did not sleep with him for three days in a row, she’d feel as if she was withering from inside out. It was a strange feeling indeed, but she shrugged it off as a figment of her imagination. To her, the s*x was just that good.

Lust is not a faithful being. Not by any chance. And just like a child with lots of toys, he soon got bored of his latest toy. Every toy, no matter how shiny and attractive it may be, stands no chance against a newer counterpart- the old must be discarded to make way for the new.

Normally, Lust would simply disappear, not deigning to explain himself to anyone at all. But Melanie’s case was different. Somehow, against all odds, she’d grown on him, and he loathed to leave her high and dry.

Several months prior to that fateful night, Melanie suffered irregular periods. At first, she thought she’d gotten pregnant, but when she saw bloodstains some months after, she knew it was just a fluke. As time went by, her periods became even more intense, and she had to deal with a heavy flow. Her doctor diagnosed her with severe dysmenorrhoea and menorrhagia, side effects of the overuse of contraceptive pills alongside an implanted Intrauterine Device (IUD). She was advised to discontinue both techniques until her estrogen levels were once again stable and her monthly flow of blood returned to normal.

This new development had created a distance of sorts between the world’s best couple, as Lascivus refused to sleep with her anymore- and it was not for lack of trying. There was nothing she did not do to get him to do the deed with her, but it was like water poured on a stone.

Melanie noticed her partner’s sudden disinterest in her. It was subtle and easily excusable, but a woman’s sixth sense can be a very dangerous thing. The more she craved for him, the less involved he seemed to be. There were no strange calls or foreign scents, but she knew she was losing him, and she was losing him fast. She could not afford this. No one needed to tell her anything about acting quick- if she didn’t get her wits together as soon as possible, she’d have only herself to blame at the end of the day.

While she racked her brains for ways to return his attention to her, an opportunity of sorts presented itself. And what better response than to seize it with all of her might?

Eleven months of non-existent s****l relations pushed Melanie to the verge of insanity and when she opened the door to a severely besotted Lascivus, she knew that this was her chance. He was escorted by his personal chauffeur, and Melanie rushed to give them a hand, knowing how heavy Lust was. He could barely stand straight, as he was drunk to stupor. With grunts, tugs, and a lot of swear words uttered under their breaths, the duo was able to safely deposit the Sin on the king-sized bed in his room- he took to sleeping alone ever since Melanie stopped using contraceptives.

After ensuring that the chauffeur was gone, she went into his room and locked the door. She was denied of what was rightfully hers for far too long, and it was time to make amends.