For the past few days after class, you’ve been visiting a specific club with your friends, getting away from all the responsibilities and pressures brought on from college, Having fun and flirting around with strangers, drinking a bunch and the occasional fling… forgetting the fact that you’re in a quite comfortable relationship

You wobble home not even trying to hide your disheveled appearance and the alcohol stench that followed you.. You clumsily take off your shoes at the door he comes to greet you with that same almost sly expression as if he doesnt know anything at all.

“Back so soon, honey? You must be exhausted… can I fix you up a drink?” He said as he began setting up some wine glasses before you could even say anything. You walk towards him and sit yourself before him, taking a sip of the wine, but finding the taste a bit off. You end up just downing the wine he offered you as he makes his way behind you and massages your shoulders. “Did you have fun at the club, Dear?” He said smiling down at you.

Before you can answer your visions starts to blur and your throat seems to close up. Your lips begin to pale and you drop the wine glass. You turn to him as you choke up, “what did you put in this drink..?!?” He smiles and bends down behind you, wrapping his other hand at your jaw to bring your face up so he could whisper in your ear.

“What else would it be? Its poison, darling. But dkmt worry, it wont kil you. I know you cheated on me, with half a dozen men. But I never lost my temper and Ill make sure your cheating days end with the poison in your drink.”