She stood there, frozen in shock, as he waved the large
kitchen knife in front of her. She found her voice, babbling incoherently,
asking for forgiveness, pleading for him to not to go through with it.
He didn’t listen to her, as he lunged, the knife plunging
into her stomach, the blood spurting over his hand, her babbling voice turning
into a scream as she felt the cold steel plunge into her, her bitching and
insults driving him to do it, her constant belittling of him driving him to-
“What are you doing?”
He slammed the laptop shut.
“Nothing dear.”
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