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Ashveil was a good man. Of course he was. He loved you so very much, and he always made sure to tell you so. He was patient and understanding. A true gentleman. So what was this horrible feeling gnawing at your insides? Why did everything feel so wrong?
You could have asked him, but you decided it would do more damage and good. He was a man of his word. He was a good citizen. Ashveil was a good man.
He always treated you with a big smile whenever he saw you. Dates with him were always adventures and romantic. You could never predict what the detective had up his sleeve. But you knew you would never be disappointed. Ashveil’s hugs were warm and welcoming, and his kisses hot and passionate. Even though you didn’t have any experience with relationships before him, he didn’t judge you. Because: Ashveil was a good man.
Evening strolls were something you enjoyed. The city was still lovely at nighttime, but if you knew the right spots you wouldn’t run into anyone. The moon painted the streets in its pale light and the stars littered the night sky. The sea was calmer, with very few ripples. You often visited a couple of ducks that lived near the docks, never forgetting to bring them breadcrumbs to eat. This had been a routine for you since forever, and it didn’t stop when you and Ashveil became together. He enjoyed the nightly walks as much as you did and he feed the duck with a huge smile painted upon his face. He even helped guide a couple of drunk teenagers back home, because Ashveil was a good man.
Ashveil was dominant yet soft in bed, always putting your pleasure first. When you tried to give him oral, he gently stopped you and said that he preferred to make you finish. His own pleasure always came second. He was most content with his head buried between your thighs. He claimed it was the closest he got to heaven. Ashveil was a good man.
You didn’t panic when your friend had ignored you for a couple of days, as Ashveil had reassured you that something had to have come up with her job. And you believed him. Ashveil was a good man. He would never lie. When days turned into week and you sought out your boyfriend for advice on what to do, he gently held you into his arms as you wept.
Your male best friend started to avoid you. If asked he only responded with a short “Work’s busy” before he resumed to ignore you. That say Ashveil took you out to a nice restaurant as to put your mind on something else. Ashveil was a good man.
Ashveil was a good man.
Ashveil was a good man.
Ashveil was a good man?
Ashveil was a good man.
Ashveil was a good man.
Weeks had gone by and none of your friends answered the phone when you called. From having had a large friend group and being a social butterfly, you were now feeling isolated with only Ashveil and his monkey companion to talk to. It had started to tear in your mind and body. Your skin had gotten paler and dark circles had started to form underneath your eyes. You hair had lost it shine and you weren’t bothered with styling it anymore. The only light in your life was Ashveil as he guided you through the darkness like a lighthouse. He was safe.
Ashveil was a good man.
He comforted you when you cried your eyes out and he held you in his arms when you slept. He was your rock and before you knew it he was all you relied on. Without him you would drown.
Ashveil was a good man.
That’s why you didn’t question him when was eating dinner one day. It smelled heavenly. He apologetically told you that he had only made one serving. Even when you told him it was alright, he still promised he would make it up to you. “You wouldn’t like it” was what he said when you asked what he had cooked.
Ashveil was a good man.
You didn’t want to question him when his teeth was stained an odd red. He didn’t say anything about his teeth. He didn’t say anything about why the fridge and freezer was filled with meat wrapped in plastic. He didn’t say anything about why the meat cleverer was missing from its drawer. He didn’t say anything when the meat he had cooked that evening smelled different. He didn’t say anything as you brought your fork up to your lips and bit down onto the meat.
Ashveil was a good man.
You didn’t miss your friends anymore. You had Ashveil and that was enough. All you needed was him and his warm hugs. You slept good at night safely in his arms, and your belly was always full with his home cooked meals. You didn’t miss your friends.
Ashveil was a good man.
Ashveil was a good man because he cooked for you and took care out the trash. He said you shouldn’t worry about the flies that had started to swarm in the alley by your apartment complex. He said you shouldn’t think about the red stains that clung to his fingers no matter how hard he scrubbed them. He said you shouldn’t mind the metallic scent that always seemed to follow him. He said you shouldn’t question where he got the meat.
Ashveil was a good man.
He said you should eat your meat. He said meat is good for you. He said you should finish up your plate.
Ashveil was a good man.
You did what he told you. You always listened to him. Because Ashveil is a good man and he would never hurt a fly. That was what he told you when he served you dinner and kissed you underneath the red moonlight.
Ashveil was a good man.