Today I killed my wife. Must sound so abrupt, so horrible. It is, I will admit that much. I feel more like a monster for my lack of remorse for my actions more than for my actions themselves… What I did to Ryoba… it was nothing compared to what she did to me for twenty nine years… Twenty nine years. I spent more of my life a prisoner than I did free. She stole me away from my family, my friends, my life. She stole my life away from me and forced me to be her fucking slave under the pathetic lie that she supposedly loved me. She kept me tied to a chair in the same room as my rotting friends and girlfriend for a year. I sat there in her basement, staring at the bodies of the people I loved slowly rot away. Ryoba got away with everything and people have the fucking audacity to tell me how lucky I am to have such a 'sweet and loving' wife. It makes me want to scream. She makes me want to scream.

When Ryoba came home, I knocked her out with a baseball bat and tied her up in the basement.

"Darling? What's going on?!" Ryoba exclaimed.

"Don't ever call me that again."

"Oh, Darling, what are you talking about? What are we doing?"

"Do you even remember my real name!?" I screamed. "You took that from me too… I don't even remember my real name."

"You're Aishi."

"No… You're Aishi… I don't know who I was anymore. You destroyed everything. You took everything from me. My life, my family, my friends, my name, my identity! You killed me. You killed everyone I loved, kidnapped me, raped me, forced me to marry you, changed my name and face, and tried to kill my little girl! What do you have to say for yourself, Ryoba?!" I yelled, pointing the gun to her head. Ryoba's eyes widened in horror and she began sobbing.

"P-Please, no! Don't!"

"What was your response when I said the same thing to you twenty nine years ago?" I mused aloud, feeling tears start to stream down my face. "No, you don't get that luxury. You destroyed me, now pay the price. I hate you, Ryoba Aishi, and there is nothing in this world that could ever make me love you!" I stood there for a minute, trying to muster up the guts to shoot and kill Ryoba… I couldn't. I wanted to, but I stood there motionless, unable to kill her. Why was it so hard? That woman… She took everything from me. Why couldn't I kill that monster?!

"You're pathetic, Darling," Ryoba snickered. "Seriously, after all of that nonsense you said, you can't even kill me. Face it, Darling, you love me. You're nothing without me. You NEED me."

"I don't need you! I hate you, I always have!"

"You love me! You don't have a choice, you love me damn it! Now be a good boy and let untie me from this chair. Do it now, Darling, and maybe Ayano will be ok."

"What did you do?" I asked in horror.

Ryoba giggled, "I won't tell you until you untie me, Darling."

"Ryoba! Speak up now!"

I heard a scream from upstairs. I ran upstairs, ignoring Ryoba's obnoxious giggling. When I got upstairs, I was met with the sight of five men in my house, fighting Ayano. She was holding her own well for a teenager, but was beginning to lose the fight. I jumped into action and shot at the men attacking my little girl. Ayano ran into the kitchen to get a knife then started to run back to the fight. I blocked her from running back into the fight and pushed her back into the kitchen.
"AYANO GET DOWN!" I yelled as I picked up the fallen man's assault rifle and rapidly shot at the remaining four. One managed to miss all the bullets and tackle me to the ground, where I dropped the two guns I had had on me. He grinned and pulled out a knife, but before he could stab me, Ayano jumped onto him and stabbed him in the back of the neck. He screamed and rolled off of me, giving Ayano the opportunity to stab him in the front of the neck, chest, and face.

"DIE! DIE DIE DIE!" She screamed as she repeatedly stabbed this man, even after he was dead. I pulled her off of him and into a hug.

"Sweetie, sweetie, it's over. It's ok, you can stop," I assured, holding my daughter close to me and keeping an eye out for anyone still around. Ayano shook in my arms, trembling in terror over what had just happened. "It's ok, I've got you. You're safe now, I won't let anything happen to you."

"Dad, those were Yakuza," Ayano whimpered.

"Why would… RYOBA!" I screamed and got up. Ayano shuddered and stood up with me, staring at me curiously.
"Dad?"

"Did they mention your mother?"

"Yes… They did."

I picked up the gun and chuckled a little, "That's all I need to know, Sweetie."

"Dad, what's going on?"

"Go to your room and cover your ears, Baby Girl. I'll come get you when it's safe." Ayano stared at me in shock for a minute before nodding and doing as she was told. I locked the doors and ran down to the basement, where Ryoba was laughing.

"Did you like my surprise, Darling?"

"What the fuck did you do?!"

She grinned sadistically, "Oh, I just asked some old friends to help me with our marriage."

"By what?!"

"Take the thing that makes you so rebellious to me for a little money, and we get a fun video to watch together later. Ayano's a pretty girl, Darling, we both know it. They were going to give me a lot of money for her."

"You tried to sell our daughter?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"We can make a new one. A better one. Well, we can when you learn to be more obedient," Ryoba grinned. "Oh, it'll be like we're teenagers again? Do you remember?"

"Oh, Darling! I have an idea!" Ryoba chirped.

I shook a little at hearing her voice. I looked up from the floor to look at the girl before me. She was soaked in blood, still in her school uniform. In her hands was a backpack… Upon a further look, my younger sister's backpack! I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach as I looked Ryoba over more. She looked so cheerful as she hugged the blood soaked backpack and smiled. My voice was shaking in fear when I asked, "What did you do?"

"Oh, I just took care of something, Darling."

"Where did you get that?"

Ryoba giggled, "From some girl who kept talking about you! I couldn't have her causing us problems, Darling!"

"Did you kill Aya?!" I demanded to know, horrified at the answer I might get.

"She won't be a problem anymore, you don't have to be scared. Nobody could EVER get in the way of our love, Darling," Ryoba giggled and set the bag down at my feet. She leaned down and held my cheeks before kissing me, making me feel even more sick than usual. There was blood on her lips, I was scared of who's it might've been. She giggled her usual sickening laugh and whispered. "I have an idea. We should play a game. Won't that be fun?!"

"I don't wanna play, Ryoba, please let me sleep," I begged, starting to sob uncontrollably.

"Oh, but Darling! It'll be so fun! Let's have some fun, you've been sitting there in that chair for so long and all we've done is kiss! I wanna do MORE!"

"Stay away from me, you fucking psychopath!" I screamed, trying to headbutt her.

"Shut up, Darling, stop play hard to get."

"No, get away! I'm serious, get away from me!" I yelled, trying to break my binds to no avail. Ryoba grabbed my arms, digging her claw like nails into me viciously.

"Stop struggling, Darling, you can sleep later!"

I screamed and instinctively hit her with the gun, "STOP IT!" I put the gun against her head and pulled the trigger, killing her right there in the same chair she held me prisoner in. I fell to my knees. I hate to admit it, but I was a fucking mess for the rest of the day. I knew there was no going back. I was a murderer. It didn't matter how justified I felt in it, I killed someone. I killed my wife. The courts would not take kindly to that… And I couldn't hide it forever. Ryoba was well known in the neighborhood. If I returned and she didn't, people would find out….

"Dad?" Ayano asked. I froze and looked up to see Ayano standing in the doorway, staring down at me and her mother's corpse. She walked down to me quietly and sat down with me. "It's ok, Dad."

"I killed her…"

"They'll just think the Yakuza turned on her... I can help you make it look like that."

"… I…"

"Trust me, Dad. Let's put Mom's lessons to good use for once."

"I… Ok, Ayano."

I followed Ayano's instructions. Within a little bit of time, Ayano had made it look like the fault of the Yakuza. Our small injuries from the fight certainly helped our case. We called the police together and they weren't able to link me to the murder. It was declared a murder by the thugs who broke in. They took Ryoba and their bodies away, which was the last I ever saw of the woman who ruined my life.