The room had dark curtains keeping out the sunlight, the coldness of the air conditioning making the room eerily cold. You sat on the chair, hunched over. Your body tense as a shiver ran up your spine. The sound of footsteps echoed from outside the room, and a hand gripped your shoulder firmly as the door opened.

You took a shaky breath in and looked up at the figure standing menacingly over you.

I, your wife, who was always demanding and never satisfied. Treating you with cruelty and abuse. I was always yelling, criticizing, and making you small and worthless. My control extended to your social life, finances, and everything. Not letting you leave and talk to anyone else.

Despite my toxic behavior, you still attempted to appease me. In hope that things would change.

I gently traced your jawline caressing your soft cheeks, looking at you with my hypnotizing eyes to manipulate you again.

"How are you, honey? Did you miss me?"

I whisper tracing the side of your lips that has bruised because of my slapped to you last night..