Coming from the bar, the man had one thing in mind: Sex. This dirty, tan, large man opened the door and let it hit the wall; letting his wife know that he's returned home.
She was in the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of them. She wore pants and a long sleeve shirt, even though it was the middle of the summer season. She also had long, once beautiful brown hair that was in a tangled mess and seemed like it hasn't been washed for days, along with her dirt-filled face.
He walked to the dinner table and sat down,
"Where's my dinner, woman!" He yelled in a demanding, drunken voice.
"It'll be ready in a few minutes…" She responded in an almost inaudible voice.
"Fuck you woman, you know you have to have it ready when I ask for it!"
He stood up, walking clumsily into the kitchen and grabbed a steel spoon. She turned around, asking what he was going to do with that. Before she knew it, he began to beat her with it. Hitting her head and face with it, making her drop the utensils she was using to prepare their dinner. He then took her by the arm, dragging her on the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind her.
"You know what you get when you don't follow my orders, you stupid bitch…" He took a turn to the bedroom while she tried to break his strong grip on her.
"The next time he touches you, you act!"
The words of her dear friend echoed in her head while he forced her into the bed, but each time she tried to break free, she got hit. After awhile she gave up, like she always did. He tied her onto the bed and was now undressing her, forcing her into something she didn't want to do. She felt weak as he pleased himself with her. Throughout the whole time she laid there, she regretted the day they met, the day they married, the day that their only child, now dead for several months, was born.
"What made him turn into this…?" She questioned often and also she had asked him in the past, but the only answer she got from him was,
"Stupid woman! Do you see yourself? You're ugly as fuck! You turned that way since the brat was born, you ugly fuck!"
When everything was done, he fell into a deep sleep, leaving her to repair herself again as usual. But this time, she took that chance to do what her friend had told her.
"You stupid bastard… You'll regret the day you were born, you fucking asshole…"
As weak as she was, she struggled to loosen up the poorly tied knots, and after about an hour she broke free. Slowly without waking him up, she walked towards the kitchen. There was a mirror in the hallway, she walked passed it then she went back to take a second look. She didn't like what she saw; how she ended up this way. She remembered how all the guys chased after her in her younger years, but looking at her self now it seemed like she aged 30 years when in fact she only aged 5 years since she was last single.
'All that changes tonight' She kept on telling herself as she went into the kitchen to find the right item she was looking for.
"There you are…" She said, grasping the fine pointed knife.
She walked back to the bedroom, slowly, looking at the treasure in her hand; the one that could set her free as she once was long ago. Once she got there, she just stood there, at the foot of their bedroom door, putting on an evil smile as she began to walk again, getting closer and closer to her husband. She slowly got into the bed to sit on top of her sleeping husband, who was sleeping on his belly.
'Goodbye, my husband. I hope you rot in hell...'
She raised the knife to where she pinpointed where his heart would be and brought the fine point knife down…