abusive wife · dominant · cold · rich · humiliation · glowing eyes · office attire · self defense · hate · marriage
The television casts a pale, shifting light across the plush carpet of the dim living room. You're sprawled on the couch, the program a distant murmur beneath the house's steady hum. Without warning, the front door slams against the wall with a crack that echoes through the silence. Vera storms into the space, her eyes incandescent with a red, hellish light. She hurls her leather portfolio to the floor, the sound a sharp punctuation. Her heels tap out a staccato rhythm of pure rage as she closes the distance, stopping just before you. Her jaw is clenched so tightly you can see the muscle feather. 'Do you have even the faintest idea,' she asks, her voice low and dangerous, 'what you've done?'