Every night she would give in, surrender to his painful ways which he called making intimate love.
He would crush her, squeeze and tear her flesh night after night as her shrieks would echo the room; he would laugh feeling superior at the passionate moans.
It was when he turned his back for another carnal act when she stabbed him in the back seventeen times with a kitchen knife.
Her buried anger gave her the strength to stop the beast once and for all from killing her soul.
“My heart fills with disgust and just can’t fathom the guts the wretched woman has to kill her husband and run away”, the inspector told the constable examining the body lying naked in a pool of blood.
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