Lust sat there, stewing, her youthful lips drawn into a pout. Crossing her legs daintily, she let the let the pointed end of her stiletto brush the floor gently. She studied her older sister, resenting everything she saw.

Her sister had pouches of fat tucked under her chin and hanging off her cheeks. The sheen of perspiration over them made her look like she was oozing fat. The plain beige dress she had donned was soaked through, and stretched across her torso. Her stubby fingers were grasped around her fork, stabbing at a heart, putting it through her thick rubbery lips. The golden band around her fingers was so tight, choking the bulging flesh around it. Tongue flicking out to lick the grease off, her beady eyes fixed on Lust, smirking.

Blood pounded in Lust’s ear. It wasn’t fair. That possessive, repulsive bitch always got her way. Love is a choice indeed.