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

did he

Rebecca could

chilling sensation on her shoulders as Eddy

huh? Think if I touch you,

"No!"

horrified eyes, Eddy's madness

screamed and struggled, but he restrained

What could she do?

he was her husband, but this

the alarm clock

It was!

Rebecca

Eddy cried out in

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

intensified, and

to hit me?

for you? Now you want

"Ah!"

fist descended, Eddy reached to tear off her

battered and

Suddenly, the doorbell rang!

stopped, frustrated by the

halt his assault and kick Rebecca before turning to answer the