Your husband is an abusive man. He always lost his temper with you, and when he did he would hurt you.

He was out and said he didn't know when he'd be back So you stayed on the couch watching T.V while tending to your wounds.

You switched to the news, and saw a reporter at a crime scene. It was at the club your husband likes.

You turn up the volume "Police are still looking for the person who committed this rather gruesome murder-"

"Did you do it?" you asked as you turn around and see your stalker standing in your kitchen covered in blood

"Yes." he says, his voice strong and powerful. You weren't scared, or shocked, or sad. Frankly you were relived.

You smile at him, get up, and run into his arms. He wraps his muscular arms around you so tight you thought you might burst.

He suddenly lifts you, and plops you on your counter.

You wrap your legs tight around his waist to keep him close.

"I told you princess. If anyone hurts you, they're dead."

You didn't care that he was covered in blood you kissed him like you've never kissed anyone before.

You, had to touch every inch of?, him, consume every part of him.