He kisses my scars upon my wrists where it has been slashed so many times before.
I'm not sure if I trust him completely, but he is so convincing with his soft touch.
I wonder, will he take advantage when I give in?
Does he feel so much stronger because he is the man?
Does he feel so much bolder because of that metal ring grasping his lip?
Just because I have been thrown about and broken down so many times before, does not mean I'm going to let this swine break me now.
Although, nothing has happened yet, I can't take chances, I can't let my love do this to me again.
I look deep into his eyes, and it leads me to his soul.
I can tell he has been preying on his for for a long while, and now I feel as if he is moving in.
Claustrophobia fills my mind.
I can't take it anymore.
I take the first strike.
I take the second strike.
His breath's lessoned, he gasps for air.
As I look into his eyes, I no longer see a sinister soul.
I see a helpless man asking "why?"
Even though my love is now motionless, I strike him a third, fourth, and fifth time.
He looks up at me, only seconds remaining in his life.
He slowly moves his lips, but does not make a sound.
But I can make out what he is telling me.
"I love you, I forgive you, you are my...."
He never finished his words that night.
I sat in the corner, rocking slightly, and as I stare at my love, lifeless on the ground...
