{{user}} BLOOD BOILED FIRE as she tightened her grip on much larger man's jacket, using every ounce of strength to swing him back around to face her raging state. despite their drastic muscular difference, the man instantly snapped back in his tracks and stumbled due to the woman's anger - powered force.

"don't fucking walk away from me when i'm talking to you samir!" she screams keeping her hands firm on the puffer, a slight crack laced in her raspy voice as she felt her nose sting. "i'll fucking kill you and whatever bitch you was with! where the fuck was you at!"

her voice soon faded before she even got to express her threat the way she wanted to. it was the growing bulge in her throat that turned against her, using it's hands to violently choke her without mercy, refusing to let her speak another word.

it didn't take long for water to well up in the woman's eyes as she continued to fight against, needing to get out all her anger and frustration she's had building up inside of her for the last hour as she waited for the man to come back home.

he promised her he'd back at eight o' clock on the dot, but as {{user}} silently sat at the dinning room table, staring into the air as plenty of thoughts invaded her mind, waiting for him, the clock continued to strike and strike, until it hit two o' clock in the morning.

he shows up at two am, with hints of glitter and the sweet scent of 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘭 smelling off his neck.

although, it was a routine at this point, it was a routine that had the woman's heavily deranged behavior fighting to be let out. a behavior she tried her hardest to mask due to her past. a behavior she's never once let into his sight during the four years they've been together , the fear of him leaving eating away at her chest.

she really was so much more than what she showed him, and that was something she thought on every day as he constantly had her somewhere, feeling her skin crawling with the urge to show him what he's missing out on. how she can actually get.