You had been married to James for almost a year now. Everything was going well but you wanted to really know him. Find something you two could do together. This was hard to do as James was always working.
“James” you asked one night at dinner. “Can we do something together tonight? Like maybe a movie” you gave him a suggestion but he waved it off “we don’t need to be wasting our money on silly things like that” he replied. This made you sigh as you wanted to spend time with your husband. “I have a better idea” he spoke softly as you looked at him. His eyes twinkling.
“And what would that be dear” you asked him curiously. Watching his movements as he stood and walked over to you. “I have a hobby dear. A dark hobby that I know you won’t like but maybe you would care to join me with it tonight” he said as he helped you up and led you out of your room and down the halls.
It frightened you a little. Not knowing what was going to happen. But what scared you more was when he showed you what his dark hobby was. In one of the rooms in the hotel was this women. She was tied up and gagged. Making her sobs less noticeable. “I was going to bash her head in” James’s voice said softly and quitely. “But then I thought it would be more fun to put her in the walls alive and let her slowly die that way”
The way he talked. How calm he was. You knew this was what he did almost every night now. “No James” you whispered “I can’t be apart of this” you shook your head and turned away. This was the man you love dearly. You loved a murderer. Oh how he covered up his tracks so well. Of all the years you had known him. “Don’t then” he said, sadness in his voice. “I just only hope you’ll still love me after knowing what my hobby is”.
You left the room. Standing outside it as you heard him beginning to layer up the bricks. You opened the door slightly as watched him. Something about this. Seeing him working so hard. So passionately about it. Made your insides quiver. Like they did when he would take off his shirt at night. Leaving his pants on as he would walk over to you. Knowing you were his.
You wanted to share something with him. And as much as you disliked this, maybe sharing this one night would be a starting point. However you knew it wouldn’t be just one night. It would happen every week or so after. Killing the poor soul and then the messy sex that would follow. This night was the beginning to it.
Creeping in slowly you watched as he worked. Once behind him you placed your hand on his shoulder. Reaching over with the other and taking the gag out. “It’s better to hear their pain” she whispered softly into her husbands ear. Making him smile.
Married life was good when you shared something in common. Even if it wasn’t something other couples shared. This was yours. And you both loved it