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Her skin was as smooth as velvet, save for the scar that ran from her ear to her chin.
She could still feel the sting of the belt buckle, his way of keeping ‘tabs’ on her, and letting the world know she was spoken for. This was a reminder from the time she’d bought some frilly lingerie to please him, but it just sent him round the bend on a tirade. He started to call her names and accuse her of all manner of things, the list was endless as his jealousy and irrationality spread out of control.
Things did not gel, and her own mind snapped. She watched his blood spill out of his body onto the kitchen floor from the multiple puncture wounds she had inflicted with the carving knife which was remarkably steady in her hands.
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