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He loved her with all the silence of his twisted soul. A sick love that gestated in the darkest depths of his being.
A hidden silence that no one, not even she, could understand.
She did not need to express it in words, for her boundless devotion was evident. His actions spoke for themselves, though she never understood the true nature of his immense love.
He loved her with a blackened heart, a passion so intense that it only beat when she was by his side. A visceral need to keep her close, to protect her from the outside world.
That's why he locked her in that dark cellar, away from prying eyes. No one else could behold her beauty, no one else deserved her company. She was his and no one else's.
Every night, he went down to see her, to admire her in silence while she slept. He caressed her face with devotion, drinking in her essence. Her eyes reflected a love so deep it bordered on madness.
But then, one day, she tried to run away from him. From his love. And that was something he could not tolerate. If he couldn't have her completely, no one else would.
So he bound her with those same chains that bind true love, and let her silence do the final work. One last eternal embrace, a gift from his twisted soul to the only person he ever loved.