For years Vlad had studied her full lips and watched her figure swaying alluring, teasing, arousing him. But she never saw him there, faithfully pining away, withering, starved of love. He would have borne it if she remained alone, her heart unattached, untaken. But she hadn’t. She fell for the other man. Seeing them in love, it broke him so he broke her in turn; her and the other man. How they had screamed! But now Vlad was even more desperate. His handiwork, which had seemed ingenious at first, had now sealed their fate to remain encased together eternally and him alone, watching.
I loved this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, but I hated that I was limited by 100 words I had so many gruesome scenarios in my head, but I hope that what I had in mind came across anyway.