Wife, Donor, Victim: A Twisted Marriage

ike a sack of garbage he was taking out. He threw me onto a d

a strip of cloth from an old sheet and began to clean th

menacing growl. "You will stay here until you

rom the terrifying finality in his v

was summoned. He looked at me, lying brok

ed, she can barely breathe. And her leg... the bone is shattered. It's a compoun

plead. But all that came ou

icker of something in Ethan's eyes. A g

e as quickly a

r other injuries. But leave the leg. I want her to

ped his hands in delight. "Good! Now

ated triumph on her face. Her eyes met m

hand. I recognized it. It was a highly concent

syrupy sweet. "She looks like she's

l, the acrid smell f

t conviction. He was looking at my face, at the ghost of

and swift, conto

about her, don't

d answer, she

shed onto my

ll-consuming fire, eating through my skin, my muscle, my nerves. I t

urning flesh f

e gardenias, Elaine? Your favorite flowers? I killed the

ing down my face. I could see the white of my

ner in a world of darkness and pain. Every day, Ethan would come down an

h. Cold sweat soaked my clothes, my hair. They took my phone,

orce. The papers I had tricked him into signing. There was a

o survive fo

d the proceedings? What if I was trapped with him, like this