“Do it! Now!” the scathing voice sent shivers down her spine.

“I can’t. He loves me.” She choked back the tears.

“Hah! Sure. I can see that.” The voice gazed at her bruises.

“Leave me alone.” She averted her eyes from the piercing gaze.

“The b**t**d is p**s drunk. Snoring like a pig. Take the cleaver and hack off his head.”

“Nooooo. Go away.” She cried, covering her ears with her hands.

“You know, this can’t go on for very long. You’ve to unleash me. Soon.” The sneering voice faded. Gradually.

She turned off the light and limped back to bed.


Written for Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers

26 thoughts on “Conflict

  1. Like everyone said… so well written, Piyali. She should limp her butt out the door while he’s out cold… the alternatives are not good. Stay and eventually die by his hand, kill him and pay for it? Nope.

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