Sickness

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Angels speak of millions of relationships throughout the world. Every one of them unique. But none so much talked about as this one, this woman, who throughout the years has had many husbands. Every one of them sick. For when they first met her she made them her slaves.. a pleasureful guilt unleashed to become a relationship's illness. Sickness. A spouse so tempted.. so psychologically stimulated as to be rendered ill, physically, that would destroy them one by one. Each a mortal touch of disparagement. A slow death.. a death of misery. And nothing done, nothing used, other than the simple pleasures of the human body. She would take them, seduce them, and never let them go in their state of denials. And they would die.. Some years.. some only months.. Forever in their agonies of never having achieved simply what they set out for.

A death of passion.