The Killer's Bride

I hear the screams of his victims, they gasp for last bit of air, and hope vanishes as they understand that they are about to die. I hear the grunts as he struggles to move their bodies to the cold metal table. Imagine hearing an innocent person scream for help and you can't do anything because you're married to the ruthless monster they're trying to get away from. Imagine wanting to help but, you know that your husband will kill you if you try. You wouldn't want your blood to splatter across a concrete floor and neither do I.

We all remember the monsters our parents warned us about, the ones that were under the bed and in the closet. Being terrified to look under the bed or in the closet because of a big scary monster. Well, I married that monster, that everyone was so afraid of. I didn't know he was a monster until it was too late. He didn't look like one on the outside, but the ruthless creature that lived inside came out after saying "I do."

I'll never be able to escape him or his presence. He's always watching and when he's not he has this sick talent of knowing. My marriage was supposed to a holy matrimony but it turned out to be unholy.

Some people say to pray about it, but how can you pray when you have married the spawn of Satan himself? Being scared to look the supposed love of your life in the eyes? Afraid to sleep in your bed or to even go to sleep?

I hear voices of the innocent. The noise of them screaming as he cuts into their bodies hurts me. I have the repulsive smell of decaying flesh coming from my basement. Having to clean blood from my own husband's clothes.

If you ever wondered if there was a hell, the answer is yes and I leave there.