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'I love red.' I whispered into her ears when she walked towards me wearing a white gown.
My bride looks so ugly in white.
She tilted her head to the left and smiled thinking I was joking.
God, I love dumb girls! They are so innocent.
Finally, the priest said, 'You may kiss the bride.'
I may?
You think I will let this chance of tasting her rose-petal-like lips go?
I grabbed her tiny waist that fitted in my hands perfectly and pulled her toward me before kissing her like a hungry wolf.
She was unable to breathe and hit my chest with her small delicate hands.
The more she struggled the more I deepened the kiss.
I was hard down there as I was imagining sucking her pu$$y lips while taking my wife's first kiss.
I pulled apart my lips from her allowing her to breathe while I turned her ugly white gown into a gorgeous red gown.
Everyone gasped.
Including my newlywed wife.
Do they not like the color red?
I love it.
So I stabbed her heart with a sharp knife and wow!
How beautiful my bride was looking in red!
What an irony that she passed away even before I could taste her untouched pu$$y!
'I heard you love roses. So I am giving you some roses, of my favorite color. Red.'
I said to her and walked away from the graveyard after putting them on her grave.
The roses were beautiful just like her but what a pity! She can't even smell them.
People are so unreasonable!
Is it wrong to give my wife flowers?
Is it wrong to love the color red?
Is changing something ugly to beautiful a psychopath's thing?
I don't get why people call me a psychopath
