This is no Act of Vengance

Cut three was habitual.

A ready addiction that Helen thrived on. It was utter bliss when she had nothing but the blade and the blood sliding down her skin. The house became the epic picture of calm and she danced in the silence.

When he came home, everything was loud again and she cowered under his presence.

It was worse when they had sex. Now she didn’t even fight, but waved her wrists in his face, laughed to show he couldn’t hurt her anymore. He looked away disgusted. He was getting bored of her.

Her time was literally running out.