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She sobbed quietly as her wound was tended, the scratches, bruises and sprains were manageable but the massive gash in her arm pained like nothing she had experienced before. He gently dressed the wound, glad the alcohol was no longer needed signalling the ebbing of the burning pain within her wound. A bloody hand came up to rest over his, and appreciative look in her eye. Guilt wound around his throat like a snake, constricting him. His blatant pain at her suffering was eased slightly as her hand lift from his to rest on his cheek.
"Thank you my love…" she whispered, scarlet dress entwined around her like a cocoon. Soon she would emerge with a new identity, a new life, a new world of possibilities. As they looked for her corpse she would undergo a metamorphosis, transforming into who she truly is, what she has always been and will be forever more-
His wife.