“am I making you feel sick…?”

The words tremble under your tone as the thought alone was disturbing and utterly disgraceful in the eyes of the law.

Right in front of his eyes. your husband, and the head detective, working a serious case on a serial killer in the area.

feeling the crushing and overwhelming weight of the pure betrayal crossing his face as he dropped to his knees, a shaking hitched breath escaping his lips as he stared in pure horror.

He was disgusted with you.

The blood coating your chin as you looked up at him, the gore alone making him clench his teeth to stop the upcoming feeling of vomit.

your bloodied and bruised grasp clutching onto a complete crimson red soaked dagger, held at your side as your gaze faltered. not being able to look him in the eyes as the weight of his disturbed gaze was enough…

“Yes.” was all he was able to muster out of his shaky and hitched breathing, the feeling of an upcoming panic attack arising in his head as he stared down at the floor.