Silence filled the claustrophobic room with terror.
Blood sprays covered the couch, already sticky with spilt coffee. The white carpet was stained with vomit and tears, a puddle of urine and a foetid smell. A window pane was smashed, pieces of bloodied glass littered the hardwood floor, a trail of crumbs to follow. Leading to a downstairs toilet, whimpering in a corner with toilet paper wrapped around her arms, was the woman.
He knelt down, brushed the strands of hair from her face; and smiled. Even a bloody mess, she was still beautiful. He couldn't believe how lucky he was.
She never suspected a thing.