She gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady her hands
“One last time,” she whispered to herself.
One. Last. Time
Before the banging came on the door and startled her. This has been going on for 10 years. 10 years too many. She wanted out, She needed out. By any means necessary.
“Get out here,” his angry voice projected through the door.
She jumped again at the sound out it.
“Just a minute,” she yelled while taking one last look at her bruise covered body in the mirror and adjusting the object in her mouth.
Opening the door, she was greeted by the slap she felt time and time again. So used to it, she was now numb to the feeling.
“What took you so long,” he grabbed her, “you think you leaving me?”
With her head down she whispered she was just getting fresh for him. Walking over to the bed, she felt his eyes on her so she put an extra sway in her hips before lowering to her knees and waiting for him. He had conditioned her to be his submissive.
Standing over her, she felt him pat her head as if she was a trained dog before laying on the bed and saying, “good girl, you may please me now.”
This time she would be the one pleased in the end.
Climbing on top of him, she began kissing him slowly while rubbing him just the way he liked. When she saw his eyes close she knew it was time to make her move.
Leaning in to place a final kiss on his neck, she slid the blade between her teeth and swiped as hard as she could tasting the blood in the process.
His eyes shot open as he clutched his throat attempting to stop the blood. She began laughing hysterically as she sliced his body over and over with the blade now in her hand. His body and hers were drenched in blood, but with no movement coming from him she knew she was free.
Free from the beatings and mental abuse.
Closing her eyes she felt at peace. Peace that ended at the banging of a hand on the door.
Opening her eyes she was back at the sink clutching it to steady her hands.
One. Last. Time