It was more his voice than anything else that kept her going over the first two years.
It was truly beautiful and if it wasn't his voice yelling at her as he pushed her around she wouldn't have put up with it.
But it was his voice, and that was that.
It was smooth like honey. She didn't know how he kept it like that considering the amount of time he put into screaming at her, but she didn't question it too much.
She didn't know why she did, she just knew that she loved his voice.
