Anything For Love

Anything For Love
By: Les Welch
I can’t believe she wants me to do this. It makes me sick thinking about the whole thing. Why do I do these things? My family disowned me when I stole my mother’s jewelry, and the cops are probably searching for me right now. I tried to explain myself, but they didn’t listen. I hated doing what I did, but what other choice did I have? They didn’t listen to me. I remember the time I first laid eyes upon my love. She didn’t notice me at first, but it didn’t take long for her to fall in love. We dated, and of course things moved to the next level quite quickly. She was quite the experienced lover. We were soon doing each other in ways I never knew existed. My love quickly took control of things. I have to admit that I like it that way. At first it bothered me, but soon I came to the point of needing her domination. I needed the pain, and I needed the lash of her whip. My friends would have called me a bitch, but who cares. I would do anything for her love, even if it means her doing things to me that before I would have never allowed. I can’t help it. Something about her compels me to do exactly what she says. That’s what my family never understood. If they had listened to me then I wouldn’t have had to kill them all: mom, dad, and my little sister. Dammit! Why didn’t they listen? When they persisted in their efforts to recover the lost jewelry... I snapped. I told the love of my life that I would do anything for her, and I did. I shot them all, bang, bang, bang. Warm blood coated the walls of the place I once called home, and everywhere I stepped fleshy, gray pieces of brain matter got in my way. I couldn’t stand the sight of it. I scrubbed blood from off the walls and picked skull and brains from the thick carpet. I worked hard to clean my family's home until I threw up from the horror I caused. My love told me that my mother’s jewelry would be perfect. She said she wanted it, so what else could I have done? I couldn’t live a single moment without her love. Suicide has crossed my mind a few times, especially with those thoughts of being without her, but the next few weeks were the worst. The faces haunted my dreams for weeks, and the feeling of puking wouldn’t go away. It was awful. My parents begged to know why I scattered their heads across their clean white walls and my poor little sister just cried a river of sadness. I prayed for death, but I couldn’t bring myself to put the revolver in my mouth. I should have blown my brains across the apartment, but I couldn’t do it. My family would have been avenged, but love held me fast to this world. I would do anything for love, and that selfsame love kept me among the living. Even though I’m not worthy to live, let alone claim her love, she gave freely of the thing I need most. She continued to love me. Now I’m here in another girl’s apartment. This girl isn’t much different than my love. She has the same beautiful blue eyes, and the same angelic features. If I hadn’t been blessed with my love’s attention, then this girl could have been my lover. It’s weird, and sad. They’re both very similar, and yet I’m ready to commit another unthinkable act upon this pretty angel. When my love explained to me what she wanted I was scared. I was scared for this girl that now sits before me. I begged and pleaded that my love changes her mind. I said that her heart was too kind to let jealousy corrupt it, but she was adamant about what she wanted. She wanted the blood of this woman for nothing more than flirting with me in the grocery checkout line. I explained to my love that it meant nothing, but she didn’t believe it. My soul mate demanded that I prove my love for her. She demanded blood, and would take nothing less. So what else could I do? I would do anything for love. The first thing I did was find the girl and follow her home. It made me sick thinking what I would eventually be doing to her. I stalked her like an animal, and learned everything about her. From the small red birthmark on her ass to the way her tits hung perfectly together, unlike most tits I've ever seen, I knew it all. Of course the only tits I knew were in my family, and that one sickly girl from school. That is until I met my love. Everything about her is perfect. I studied her every movement, until I gathered up my courage to do the deed. So I waited for her outside the grocery store where she works four days a week, and then followed her home. I followed her into the apartment building, trying very hard to not be noticed. I think she saw me when she unlocked her door. I noticed her hands fumbling with the keys as she looked rapidly over her shoulder. But any caution she may have had was too late. I manhandled her small body, and forced my way into her apartment. I don’t even know the poor girl’s name, and my heart really isn’t in this, but what else can I do? I’ll do anything for love. The poor thing looks up at me. I have to look away. The tears welling up in her eyes make me want to cry. I don’t want her to see any tears in my face. The least I can do is to make this quick and painless. I owe her that much. “Please,” she begs. Fat watery drops now flood the plains of her cheeks. “Why are you doing this, you can have anything you want, just don’t hurt me. Please, I won’t tell anyone about this if you just let me go.” “I am very sorry miss. Please don’t cry. I truly don’t wish you any harm, but I’ll do anything for love.” “What?” She cries, her voice growing stronger. “My love desires blood... your blood.” She starts to beg again, but I quickly end her suffering with the keen edge of my knife. Blood hits me in the eyes, and clouds my vision, but my vision is still clear enough to see blood gushing from the smile in her throat. I feel the puke rising. I want to hurl it up, but I can’t. There’s no time. I have to hurry up and finish this before my love gets pissed. I take the time to once more gaze upon her disfigured beauty before I remove it. She is still beautiful. I wonder what she would have been doing right now if I hadn’t brought her life to a premature end. I pity the girl, but what could I do? If I didn’t do it then my love would leave me... and I would be left alone once again. The thoughts vanish quickly as I get to work on her face. Sliding the knife is making me sick. The squishy, blood-curdling sounds are gross and the smell is sickening. This whole thing makes me sick. Why do I do it? This thing I do is terrible. I hate this, and god help me if the police catch me. The only thing I could say in my defense is that what I do, I do for love. But the police wouldn’t understand, so I better hurry before they arrive. I slice and cut until my love’s trophy is ready. The deed is finished, but I still feel so wrong. My conscience continually eats away at my heart, but what can I do? I hope and pray that my love will make these feelings go away, but then again she usually does. After a short drive, the house where our love took bloom is before me. I hope she isn’t upset. This journey took longer than expected. The awful deed she wanted is complete, but the more I think about this the more it bothers me. If it was anyone else that asked me to do such horrible things I would spit in their face and report them to the police. Would I really? Of course I would. My sweet lady is the only one that has my love, and I’m in this thing too deep to back out now. She demands terrible things of me. I know she has her reasons, and I’m sure they’re good, but no matter what... I’ll do anything for love. When I go into our playroom she looks at me expectantly. What is she going to say? Is she going to be happy? I can only hope and pray that our love is still together. “Did you bring it?” I nod. Her beauty overwhelms to the point of speechlessness. “Then let me see it,” she demands. She is so beautiful. It doesn’t even bother me to look upon the poor girl’s butchered face. I pull the face, now a grotesque mask, from the plastic grocery bag where I stored it for safe keeping. The bag is coated in the poor thing’s blood. Cold, red droplets fall to the ground as I hold the skinned face out for her approval. She smiles at me. My love is pleased. Everything is good. I love her and she loves me. “Is it okay my love?” I know all is well, but I need to hear her approval. “Yes. All is well. You can rest now my love. Rest and let go of your nightmares. Forget about those terrible things, and think about our love.” Her soothing tone quells the uneasiness in my stomach and quiets that annoying voice. The voice starts in the base of my ear and works its way into my head. I don’t know where it comes from, but I wish it would stop. I drop the horrible mask that I was forced to create earlier. I barely register the sound of it hitting the floor. All I want to do is sleep now. God, I hope this is all over. My love tries to squirm from my touch as I lie next to her. “I don’t understand.” She said all is well... I’m sure glad that I bought this poster bed. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have anywhere to attach her bonds. If my love wasn’t chained to the bed she might not want to sleep with me. “What was that my love?” I stare deep into her eyes as I question her. Damn she’s beautiful. I wonder what I would do without her love. I knew from the first time that I spied her, from afar, that she would one day be mine. How could she deny our love? “You want me to do what my love?” Those big blue eyes are so very seductive. Her whole face is a vision of angelic beauty, even with the red ball-gag in her mouth. “Why? Why do you want me to release you? I know you love me, so why would you want to be anywhere but with the man that returns your love without question.” She demands I let her go, but... “I’ll do anything for love, but I can’t do that.” The annoying voice continues to nag at me, but sleep will carry me to a new day. With every new day comes a new experience with my love.

By: Les Welch

        I can’t believe she wants me to do this. It makes me sick thinking about the whole thing. Why do I do these things? My family disowned me when I stole my mother’s jewelry, and the cops are probably searching for me right now. I tried to explain myself, but they didn’t listen.

        I hated doing what I did, but what other choice did I have? They didn’t listen to me.

        I remember the time I first laid eyes upon my love. She didn’t notice me at first, but it didn’t take long for her to fall in love. We dated, and of course things moved to the next level quite quickly. She was quite the experienced lover. We were soon doing each other in ways I never knew existed.

        My love quickly took control of things. I have to admit that I like it that way. At first it bothered me, but soon I came to the point of needing her domination. I needed the pain, and I needed the lash of her whip. My friends would have called me a bitch, but who cares. I would do anything for her love, even if it means her doing things to me that before I would have never allowed. I can’t help it. Something about her compels me to do exactly what she says.

        That’s what my family never understood. If they had listened to me then I wouldn’t have had to kill them all: mom, dad, and my little sister. Dammit! Why didn’t they listen? When they persisted in their efforts to recover the lost jewelry... I snapped. I told the love of my life that I would do anything for her, and I did.

        I shot them all, bang, bang, bang.

        Warm blood coated the walls of the place I once called home, and everywhere I stepped fleshy, gray pieces of brain matter got in my way. I couldn’t stand the sight of it. I scrubbed blood from off the walls and picked skull and brains from the thick carpet. I worked hard to clean my family's home until I threw up from the horror I caused.

        My love told me that my mother’s jewelry would be perfect. She said she wanted it, so what else could I have done? I couldn’t live a single moment without her love. Suicide has crossed my mind a few times, especially with those thoughts of being without her, but the next few weeks were the worst.

        The faces haunted my dreams for weeks, and the feeling of puking wouldn’t go away. It was awful. My parents begged to know why I scattered their heads across their clean white walls and my poor little sister just cried a river of sadness. I prayed for death, but I couldn’t bring myself to put the revolver in my mouth. I should have blown my brains across the apartment, but I couldn’t do it. My family would have been avenged, but love held me fast to this world.

        I would do anything for love, and that selfsame love kept me among the living. Even though I’m not worthy to live, let alone claim her love, she gave freely of the thing I need most. She continued to love me.

        Now I’m here in another girl’s apartment. This girl isn’t much different than my love. She has the same beautiful blue eyes, and the same angelic features. If I hadn’t been blessed with my love’s attention, then this girl could have been my lover.

        It’s weird, and sad. They’re both very similar, and yet I’m ready to commit another unthinkable act upon this pretty angel.

        When my love explained to me what she wanted I was scared. I was scared for this girl that now sits before me. I begged and pleaded that my love changes her mind. I said that her heart was too kind to let jealousy corrupt it, but she was adamant about what she wanted.

        She wanted the blood of this woman for nothing more than flirting with me in the grocery checkout line. I explained to my love that it meant nothing, but she didn’t believe it. My soul mate demanded that I prove my love for her. She demanded blood, and would take nothing less. So what else could I do? I would do anything for love.

        The first thing I did was find the girl and follow her home. It made me sick thinking what I would eventually be doing to her. I stalked her like an animal, and learned everything about her. From the small red birthmark on her ass to the way her tits hung perfectly together, unlike most tits I've ever seen, I knew it all. Of course the only tits I knew were in my family, and that one sickly girl from school. That is until I met my love. Everything about her is perfect.

        I studied her every movement, until I gathered up my courage to do the deed. So I waited for her outside the grocery store where she works four days a week, and then followed her home. I followed her into the apartment building, trying very hard to not be noticed. I think she saw me when she unlocked her door.

        I noticed her hands fumbling with the keys as she looked rapidly over her shoulder. But any caution she may have had was too late. I manhandled her small body, and forced my way into her apartment. I don’t even know the poor girl’s name, and my heart really isn’t in this, but what else can I do? I’ll do anything for love.

        The poor thing looks up at me. I have to look away. The tears welling up in her eyes make me want to cry. I don’t want her to see any tears in my face. The least I can do is to make this quick and painless. I owe her that much.

        “Please,” she begs. Fat watery drops now flood the plains of her cheeks. “Why are you doing this, you can have anything you want, just don’t hurt me. Please, I won’t tell anyone about this if you just let me go.”

        “I am very sorry miss. Please don’t cry. I truly don’t wish you any harm, but I’ll do anything for love.”

        “What?” She cries, her voice growing stronger.

        “My love desires blood... your blood.”

        She starts to beg again, but I quickly end her suffering with the keen edge of my knife. Blood hits me in the eyes, and clouds my vision, but my vision is still clear enough to see blood gushing from the smile in her throat.

        I feel the puke rising. I want to hurl it up, but I can’t. There’s no time. I have to hurry up and finish this before my love gets pissed.

        I take the time to once more gaze upon her disfigured beauty before I remove it. She is still beautiful.

        I wonder what she would have been doing right now if I hadn’t brought her life to a premature end. I pity the girl, but what could I do? If I didn’t do it then my love would leave me... and I would be left alone once again.

        The thoughts vanish quickly as I get to work on her face. Sliding the knife is making me sick. The squishy, blood-curdling sounds are gross and the smell is sickening. This whole thing makes me sick.

        Why do I do it? This thing I do is terrible. I hate this, and god help me if the police catch me. The only thing I could say in my defense is that what I do, I do for love. But the police wouldn’t understand, so I better hurry before they arrive.

        I slice and cut until my love’s trophy is ready. The deed is finished, but I still feel so wrong. My conscience continually eats away at my heart, but what can I do? I hope and pray that my love will make these feelings go away, but then again she usually does.

        After a short drive, the house where our love took bloom is before me. I hope she isn’t upset. This journey took longer than expected. The awful deed she wanted is complete, but the more I think about this the more it bothers me. If it was anyone else that asked me to do such horrible things I would spit in their face and report them to the police.

        Would I really?

        Of course I would.

        My sweet lady is the only one that has my love, and I’m in this thing too deep to back out now. She demands terrible things of me. I know she has her reasons, and I’m sure they’re good, but no matter what... I’ll do anything for love.

        When I go into our playroom she looks at me expectantly. What is she going to say? Is she going to be happy? I can only hope and pray that our love is still together.

        “Did you bring it?”

        I nod. Her beauty overwhelms to the point of speechlessness.

        “Then let me see it,” she demands.

        She is so beautiful. It doesn’t even bother me to look upon the poor girl’s butchered face. I pull the face, now a grotesque mask, from the plastic grocery bag where I stored it for safe keeping. The bag is coated in the poor thing’s blood. Cold, red droplets fall to the ground as I hold the skinned face out for her approval.

        She smiles at me. My love is pleased. Everything is good. I love her and she loves me.

        “Is it okay my love?” I know all is well, but I need to hear her approval.

        “Yes. All is well. You can rest now my love. Rest and let go of your nightmares. Forget about those terrible things, and think about our love.”

        Her soothing tone quells the uneasiness in my stomach and quiets that annoying voice. The voice starts in the base of my ear and works its way into my head. I don’t know where it comes from, but I wish it would stop.

        I drop the horrible mask that I was forced to create earlier. I barely register the sound of it hitting the floor. All I want to do is sleep now. God, I hope this is all over.

        My love tries to squirm from my touch as I lie next to her.

        “I don’t understand.” She said all is well...

        I’m sure glad that I bought this poster bed. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have anywhere to attach her bonds. If my love wasn’t chained to the bed she might not want to sleep with me.

        “What was that my love?” I stare deep into her eyes as I question her. Damn she’s beautiful. I wonder what I would do without her love. I knew from the first time that I spied her, from afar, that she would one day be mine.

        How could she deny our love?

        “You want me to do what my love?”

        Those big blue eyes are so very seductive. Her whole face is a vision of angelic beauty, even with the red ball-gag in her mouth.

        “Why? Why do you want me to release you? I know you love me, so why would you want to be anywhere but with the man that returns your love without question.”

        She demands I let her go, but...

        “I’ll do anything for love, but I can’t do that.”

        The annoying voice continues to nag at me, but sleep will carry me to a new day. With every new day comes a new experience with my love.

Les Welch stalks the dark places of Maryland with his faithful hound Luna, constantly searching for the elements to weave the perfect tale. His story "The Blade Dancer" was featured in the Best of Gryphonwood 2007. Find out more here!

His short story "Dementia: A Journal Through Hell" was in the April Issue of NVH (New Voices in horror) e-zine. Another story titled "The Revival" was published in Necrology Magaine and can be found HERE.

If you wish to check out his many faces go to http://www.myspace.com/ldw_writer

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