Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

In an attempt to escape, Rebecca stumbled backward, falling to the ground.

"Dirty hands?" Eddy was instantly enraged, his smile twisted, "You think I'm filthy? You, of all people, think you can judge me?"

He advanced step by step, hoisting Rebecca up from the floor.

"Think I'm dirty? Won't let me touch you? Rebecca, it seems I've been far too lenient with you over the years!"

With one arm, he scooped Rebecca up.

"Ah!"

As she was lifted into the air, Rebecca was consumed by fear. "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Eddy sneered, "You'll find out soon enough!"

He carried her upstairs, kicked open the door, and threw Rebecca onto the bed with force.

"Hmph!" With a sinister smile, he loomed over Rebecca.

"You know, after all these years, did you ever wonder why I never slept with you?"

Rebecca's eyes widened; she knew. Initially, she thought he was grappling with some moral dilemma...

But then, she realized, he thought she was beneath him!

"Rebecca, I might be 'dirty,' but you're no saint either!"

does it feel, living like a nun all these years?

he

Rebecca could grasp the

fabric tearing accompanied the chilling sensation on her shoulders as Eddy ripped her clothes

huh? Think if I touch you,

"No!"

horrified eyes,

kiss descended, and Rebecca screamed and struggled, but he restrained

What could she do?

he was her husband, but

freed one arm, reaching for the alarm clock on the nightstand... if it was still

It was!

Rebecca swung it

out in pain, clutching at his

her mark. The clock grazed Eddy's forehead, drawing blood, but it wasn't

and he raised his fist

to hit me?

time, huh? Blinded wasn't enough for

"Ah!"

Eddy reached

please..." Rebecca was battered and barely

Suddenly, the doorbell rang!

stopped,

his assault and kick