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   The first time I saw her was like the posterior and the posterior and the posterior... She was beautiful and smiling as if she had won the lottery. And who could say that she hadn't won with that stunning beauty? Her long black hair contrasted with her fair skin and small, delicate body. She sold flowers, and I knew that was her scent that went with satisfied customers. I can't tell if there were many varieties of species, even after having been there for almost 365 days straight.  I saw nothing more interesting than her. This happened in the first weeks. Then I didn't see anything interesting anywhere. Not even those natural red hairs in her bedroom drawer. So, I started paying people to buy any flower and take the opportunity to ask a personal question. After 11 attempts and a funny guy who took the opportunity to ask questions on his own and hang out with her - and maybe I should include his death here because I couldn't stand the asshole's audacity - I finally found her name: Lilian and her address.

    While she was working I was going to her house. On the first day I discovered that she lived only with an old lady who was always very quiet and barely moving. I was almost entering the house through the window when I saw her weakly get up and move into a room that must be the bathroom. So I left and decided to plan everything outside before moving inside. They were intense days and even more nights because their lips always touched me in my dreams. 1 year passed as an era. It would give time to cause a war and that was somewhat what such passion caused. 

    It was a beautiful evening and surely Lilian must have been finding it romantic because she smiled dreamily. I thought it was the right time. Our first date - formal - would be perfect. She walked down the street behind the flower shop. I had already made sure that by now it would be deserted. So I put a satin bag on her head and while she was struggling a little I covered her mouth with one hand so her screams wouldn't be heard. I opened the trunk and took the syringe with a sedative I had left there and applied it to Lilian. She fell asleep and I settled her carefully. On leaving I saw that no one was passing. I went straight to your house. Earlier I had come by and sedated the old woman. I was careful to gag her and lock her in the room under the stairs that I had thought was the bathroom but found that this was where she kept magazines with half-naked men. The poor old woman must have a wicked and sick mind. I won't sin in leave her there while I'm with Lilian. 

    When I arrived, I noticed that the neighbors on the right were leaving and those on the left listened to some DVD show at an absurd volume. Sometimes people's lack of respect is a blessing, I must confess. I had no neighbors close enough to cause trouble so I opened the trunk and took Lilian out of there. I passed the door I had left unlocked as I passed the back window that now instead of that awful church glass had a wood in place. I climbed the stairs with her in my arms and imagined that our honeymoon could be like this, if it were there. And I even talk about the bag in your head. It was satin after all. So I climbed up and put her on the bed I thought was hers and sat in the next chair until she woke up.

    That was a magical moment. She took half a second to figure out her head then looked at me, I smiled and she screamed. I immediately hugged her as I covered her mouth. I told her everything was fine, if she didn't scream or debate, she would be the best care anyone could take, so she nodded her head affirmatively and I let her go. She asked for her grandmother. I said she was safe downstairs. She said she needed to give her medicine and I said I was already taking care of it. She looked surprised and asked why I was doing this to her. I said she spent too much time taking care of flowers and the happiness of others and that she deserved the same. She said she had a boyfriend and I said that I knew it wasn't true. Then she started crying and I asked if she wanted anything to which she replied "my freedom". I was a little hurt by such ungrateful words but told her that it was only natural to be scared of things that arrive without warning. I applied another dose of sedative with some difficulty because she struggled a lot and I went downstairs to recover. 

    I fell asleep. When I woke up I ran to Lilian's room. Lucky for me, she only woke up because I made a lot of noise opening the door hard. She threatened to scream but I went faster and held her explaining that I would keep her sedated 24 hours a day if she didn't collaborate. She was understanding and we were able to talk. I told her all the dreams I had with her, told her about the times I asked someone to buy flowers by me to know about her, and I told her that I had kept it all in my basement to give her as a gift, but it had died She listened quietly even when I asked "what do you think?" or "can you hear me?" she held her posture of sadness. I was beginning to think I kidnapped the wrong person. I saw no sign of her happiness anywhere in her, at times I almost found her ugly. In 3 days I could allow her to move around the house and use the rooms of her choice. She wouldn't allow me to feed her and was losing weight. Of course I used the noble idea of ​​putting wood in every window. The doors had several locks and the keys were hidden by me. She asked to release her grandmother and I did so but the old woman no longer breathed and even begin to stink. I thought I couldn't see Lilian sadder but I was wrong. She went into despair and even stopped looking at me. She didn't eat, didn't bathe, and didn't get out of bed that was already filthy because of her childishness. I asked her to at least change rooms and she didn't want to so I did it by force. The next day everything was unbearably dirty again. She was anorexic and I no longer dreamed of her kisses and I thanked because now would be a nightmare. I began to wonder if she was so important, and I saw that this relationship was just wearing me out and wiping out the remaining hope after all I had lived. I decided I should end it. I sat next to her on the bed. She hugged her legs and stared at the floor. I tried a dialogue anyway. I tried every subject and she remained introspective. It was then that I moved behind her and caught her hair that remained beautiful. I felt that they were still soft and I split it into two very thick wicks, wrapping them 3 times around his neck to meet his back again. Then I pulled and she finally moved. However it was late. Even if she apologized I couldn't go back. Within seconds she was purple and instead of loosening the strands in my hand, I just squeezed it harder. I swear for a moment I saw your eyes come alive again, and then it's over. They were just holes filled with emptiness. It took me many hours to clean the entire house and leave no trace of my presence. I went to my house and when I met my wife I remembered that people do not always cause us problems. I explained that my business trip had been a failure and she kissed me and said it was anyway; one hour we win but the next we lose.