There was a man and his wife who were fervently in love. These two shared a love that was rare. A love that was extraordinary. A love that was unstoppable. Being with one another was their greatest joy. They had been married for four years and planned a trip to Italy for their anniversary. They were just through all the security checks and were boarding the plane for their trip. The woman loved flying. Her husband did not. However, he was willing to do anything for his dearest love.
This was the longest trip the man had ever gone on. The first half of the journey was very difficult for him. He had an anxiety disorder which the plane trip aggravated. He became more comfortable as the trip went on however and was even able to get some sleep. His wife enjoyed the trip immensely. The man had made sure to secure a window seat for his wife who loved to view the ocean from such a high altitude.
They finally arrived. Italy was beautiful. It was a marvelous day. First they went to try some of the famous, real, Italian food. It was delicious and their time together with the true, Italian ambiance was utterly romantic. After this, they made their way to the hotel to get some rest. But, in the cab on the way home, they met a very interesting driver. His name was Kaliim. They tipped him well as he was an excellent driver and had a glowing personality. They had all their luggage taken to their room, ordered some wine, and had a most romantic evening.
They had decided in the morning to go sight seeing. They called for a cab and to their surprise it was Kaliim in the driver's seat. They were delighted for they liked him very much. That however, was soon to change. There was another man in the passenger seat. A stern, mean looking man. He pointed a gun at the man and woman and told them not to say a word. Kaliim drove to a beaten down warehouse well outside of town and the man and his wife were taken inside.
The man and his wife were immediately tied up. They beheld other people being tortured and women being raped. The man was deeply afraid, not foremost for himself, but for his dear wife. His thought was, "what can I do to save her". The man who was in the passenger seat in Kaliim's cab was Abdul. He came over to the man and his wife and said to the man in a raspy voice with a thick accent, "your wife is very beautiful". This frightened the man terribly. Abdul hit the man in the face and his wife screamed in terror. The man and his wife were then taken to a room that was bare.
The man and his wife spoke of the horrid situation they were in. They discussed the possibilities of escape but could come up with none that was sufficient. But the man had an idea. An idea which made him shudder. This idea he did not discuss with his wife. His wife came up with many options but the man diffused them quickly. But the man, he had an idea.
The man suggested that his wife try to sleep. He said that he would stay up and think. He positioned himself against the wall and she curled up next to him laying her head on his chest and fell asleep, feeling safe and secure in his arms, listening to his heart beat. The man thought and thought. "It's the only way", he whispered to himself. "How could I though", he asked himself. He wrestled with himself in his mind. It was torturous. His wrestling was on this wise. He thought to himself that he must keep his wife from being beaten and raped and therefore his only choice would be to kill her. Finally, he came to the decision that he should act on his idea. He kissed his wife's hair and then, then he covered her mouth and nose with his large hand to suffocate her. After a few seconds she began to struggle. She jerked and looked deeply into his eyes. Death was in them. He clasped his hand tighter about her mouth and nostrils. She fell limp. Dead.
Moments, only moments later, the man heard the sound of a helicopter and then a voice. It was a loud speaker. The voice demanded that the terrorists come out quietly with no resistance. The voice insisted, "resistance is futile". Soon after this, the man was rescued. His wife was dead. His love, it was a love that killed.
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