Lucas came in through the door, he had deep lacerations to his neck and a hint of blood stained his collar. His facial expression showed nothing but his eyes anger remained but ran deeper than the ocean and stretched a million times further than the eye could see.
Denise was spread in a provocative manner across the marital bed wearing only a red thong with a matching silk corset and a short red silk robe. Her body position was the mirror image of a lingerie model or a page 3 model. She smirked at the sound of her husband coming up the gave her?stairs, unaware of the fact he just murdered six different individuals, claiming them to be a danger to his family/life or to be dirty or against god. Nor did she know the dangers that await her, the danger she was in by wearing the provocative clothing.
As the bedroom door opened, Lucas said nothing as Denise welcomed him home. He shut the white washed wooden door behind him, and sighed, walking forwards towards his wife.
Denise watched him with with increasing fear and panic, what was the look that he husband gave her?
Fire raged within the man's eyes, like a dark demon, muttering the words of the Lord to her as his hands gripped her slender neck.
Panic overcome the dark skinned woman that sat upon the bed, as her eyes went wide and she begun to do exactly what he asked for, which was to not only beg for her life but also for forgiveness from god.
Someone's heart rate begun to raise as someone else's began to decrease.
One body began to sweat and the other began to go limp and lose consciousness.
To one it became a dark blur of anger and to the other it began to black out and the world seemed to spin on its axis at a fast speed.
A shield of black anger gradually inched itself away from the man's eyes, the man who considered himself as a warrior of god.
As the fog cleared he saw his deceased wife and for once he shed a tear and prayed for his own forgiveness and for his own soul.
Love shows itself in strange ways, and he showed it in the care he showed for her limp body.