Looking around the room made me sick. The walls surrounding him were covered with countless photographs of Tara in various states of undress, smiling, sleeping, and even showering. In the corner stood a shrine with her panties displayed like trophies.
A recorder played repeatedly in the background, "Derek, how are you doing? I miss how you made me feel whole."
"Tara, Tara, I'm cumming," Derek cried out passionately.
I retreated silently but the floor made a sound below my foot, Derek didn't hear. He was too lost in his sick fantasy, moaning his stepsister's name as he approached his climax.
I should have known from the beginning that Derek's heart belonged elsewhere.
I first saw Derek volunteering at the children's orphanage, his kindness towards the children captivated me instantly. I fell hard and fast, convinced I'd found someone truly exceptional.
We dated and when he was about to propose, he simply slid the ring across the restaurant table and said, This is yours now. I was too blinded by love to see how cold that was.