She laid her back down gently. She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs wide apart. Then, she let her mind escape.
14th of February, three years ago, was the happiest day of her life. He’d proposed in the middle of the celebrations, so unexpectedly, and she’d gone wild with excitement.
She’d gotten increasing happier as the wedding got closer, she was so enthusiastic that it literally shone through her. She kept announcing to anyone who cared to listen.
She was marrying Tade! Him! Who would have thought they’d actually be getting married? The road was rough but they’d gotten there.
At last, the day came and passed. And the years rolled by.
For the first few weeks of their marriage, it seemed normal: accumulated hunger from all the waiting. Then, it became strange.
He would demand for ‘it’ at least twice every day, regardless of how she was feeling. He would do ‘it’ till she wept. Then, he would buy her expensive gifts as if for compensation. That was before. Now, he practically raped her every day. And she could tell no one.
Tade was solely responsible for her family’s upkeep. She had nothing, was nothing without him. There was no one she could tell, that would take her side on this. She had to bear it alone.
His rhythm had slowed, so she knew he’d be done soon. She tightened her grip on the knife she’d hidden under the sheets, and waited till he was done. Her heart rate tripled.
She aimed the knife at his stomach. She pushed. But she saw that there was no blood.
He had seen it coming and gripped her hand. So, there was no blood flowing.
Just her tears.
Begging for death. For freedom.