FICTION
A Monster in Disguise
He was the perfect man… until he was not
The back of his hand colored her cheek crimson. The cold stone wall behind her helped her balance on shaky legs.
Did he just…?
He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her right in front of him. There was no time for fear as blackness threatened to envelop her when a lightning pain shot through her forehead.
Not once.
Not twice.
Repeatedly.
Her knees buckled.
She wanted to close her eyes; wanted to give in to the safety the dark promised her.
She didn’t.
Forcing her eyes open, she watched in horror as his face closed in towards her own…
She counted the day she met him as one of the best in her life. Being a wallflower at parties was her default, but that night he danced with her until the lights went on. He courted her after that. Romantic candlelight dinners, trips to the country, overnight stays in hotels.
Nothing was too much for him.
He doted on her, and occupied her mind, body, and soul every minute of her days.
