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"Is this what you want?"
A smirk was Trevor's confirmation.
Kirsty mustered a sneer to the best of her ability, her top lip curling upward in derision, in spite of the heartache and betrayal almost swaying the need to kick her backstabbing husband in the balls.
The whole set up was so unnecessarily cruel; not only did he feel the need to capture every last sickening moment on film, but he had taken the time to gift wrap the Lament Configuration before handing it to her, giving her a false sense of love before the final unveil would reveal a kick to the gut.
"I hope it's everything you want it to be."
The last five years had been a lie. The years before that had been a lie. Had there been at any point during those years where Trevor had genuinely loved her? Had he always intended on betraying her?
Those were the thoughts swirling in Kirsty's mind as the Lament Configuration swept her into the Labyrinth. There, she stood opposite a face from her past, one that she had thought to be long gone. A face that still was so beautifully and articulately decorated in gridded scarring, and shining silver pins. A familiar pair of gorgeous onyx eyes perused her, and she stared back.
She couldn’t stop staring. Not once did her eyes tear themselves away from his as they had conversed, as she fought to regain the stubbornness she had once possessed when so young… a trait trodden on by the man who had spoken nothing but sweet lies every day in the five years they were together.
"Very well, then. I accept."
A deal had been set. She took it. Five souls in exchange for her own. One of which was her lying husband.
Kirsty gazed warily into the jet-black eyes belonging to the Leader of Cenobites. Eyes that were usually endless and fathomless pools of obsidian had been alive with mirth and an array of emotions, and not once had his onyx stare shifted from hers.
For so long she had dreamt of the Cenobite before her, memories of his sacrifice, of scarlet red cascading down his throat and chest… a pair of bright blue eyes replacing onyx glinting with softness towards her. A moment of human connection as he had silently urged her to run.
Kirsty had replayed these moments over and over again in her mind for so long, tormented by guilt and trauma… right up until the day she had met Trevor Gooden, a man she’d given her whole heart to, a man she had convinced herself she loved, and whom loved her, would be a loving husband, yet instead was simply a distraction from her true desires.
A man who had proven himself to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
"You have suffocated him with forgiveness," the Cenobite said, after the deal was set. He could barely cover the disdain coating his words. "He oft-times betrayed your love and trust, blatantly, cruelly, shattered your heart with broken promises, dishonesty, infidelity, and neglect, time and time again... yet in persistence and blind faith, you forgave every misdeed, every stab at your heart. Why, Kirsty, do you persist in giving this man free reign to inflict so much suffering?"
Her misted brown eyes left his dark gaze and dropped to the floor as she considered his words.
The Cenobite was right.
She had afforded Trevor forgiveness more times than anyone else would have. Countless times she had found him in questionable situations with women, yet he would tell her she had it all wrong and that her past trauma made her question every little thing. Many a time he had failed to remember their anniversaries, her birthdays, had even stood her up during Valentines Day, or had forgotten the day completely... despite always going out of her way to make a big fuss on his birthdays and other such special occasions. Failing to meet her for lunch or pulling out of special date nights because 'he was working late', or had other matters to attend to.
Yet she forgave every transgression. She would give him the benefit of the doubt, and tell herself that he truly loved her, and that it was just her, and her issues with trust and intimacy. Losing her temper and patience at him always led to him talking her down, and making her feel guilty for even questioning him in the first place.
But now...something had snapped.
How sad it was that it had taken this situation, Trevor plotting her murder, to make her face facts and snap out of this vicious cycle of forgiveness.
Kirsty squared her shoulders, daring to look back up and lock her gaze with the pinheaded Cenobite. She took a step closer, so they were almost at touching distance, and craned her neck to look up at him determinedly.
"Not anymore." she said unfaltering. "I'm done with forgiveness. I'm done with him."
The End...