She was beautiful, so beautiful. The golden rays of the sun gave the same shine to her lovely long locks, her pale skin glowing in the light. She was picking apples, her arm reaching up towards the juicy red fruit, her body arching gracefully. Oh, how he loved her.
His brothers would never understand. They had goddesses, nymphs, beautiful women sacrificing themselves in their temples, young women worshiping at their altars. His sisters never understood either, they were in the same circumstances as his brethren minus the nymphs. The beautiful golden apple girl was all he had ever desired.
Most of his family believed him miserable. He'd picked the short straw in the divvy up of family estate. Honestly, he enjoyed being the landlord at Pitts' Apartments, even if it meant he didn't have a glorious spot in the realm of Beverly Hills. The only problem was, he'd become used to mediocrity. No longer did he refuse pizza with grease, or scream about roaches infesting the apartments. It was a simple life, but one he was happy enough with... Despite this repeated mantra over and over again in his head, he was lonely.
Now, he had found the one creature he believed could rescue him from this desperation longing for companionship. He was quick to formulate his plan, figuring it simple enough. All he needed was some way to induce Stockholm Syndrome, and that would be that! He could spirit his already beloved dream girl away, induce this syndrome, and have her as his for eternity.
He watched the lovely golden apple girl for mere moments more...soon enough, the beauty would be his. It was all the fruit he needed.
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