TW: DEPICTIONS OF MURDER, BLOOD AND ABUSE. IF THESE TOPICS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP THIS STORY
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She was at her breaking point. She couldn't stand it anymore. Couldn't stand him. She grew sick and tired of all the insults and the beatings. She listened downstairs, his friends had just left. She smiled 'perfect', she thought. Knowing he's call her down to cook dinner she made her way downstairs towards the kitchen. "Hey!" He shouted, "get cooking".
In the kitchen she noticed a knife had already been used, 'most likely a friend', she noted. Since her husband was allergic to apples. She silently slipped on some gloves from the sink, tightly gripped the knife and crept into the living room. She walked behind her husband and slapped her hand over his mouth to shut him up.
He let out muffled cries as she put the knife to his throat and sliced. Blood pooled out of his neck as his body fell to yhe floor. With his last breathes she kneeled over him and said "you'll never cause anyone pain ever again...". She then dropped the knife, washed the blood stained gloves and walked upstairs.
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