The True Monster

She’s slammed against the wall
The Monsters thick calloused hand clamped around her throat
She claws at his arm trying to break free
Begging him with her eyes to stop
His features expressionless
His eyes empty
Darkness ebbs at the edges of her vision
She faintly hears their children’s cries
As she gives into the painless peace
And fades away

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