He was raging. Inside there was an unquenchable inferno that not even the drugs and the alcohol could restrain. He was in pain.
But that's why she was hurting. Her wounds were bleeding, her body was bruised. Her blue eyes reflected agony and her demon growled below the surface of her consciousness.
Both of their heads were spinning from their addictions, their eternal torment caused by their ailments.
As the stab wounds he inflicted endangered her life, he realized how much he loved his little punching bag. But he couldn't let her go; the bright red fire wouldn't let him.