Week 34 – Better the devil you know

Why did this always happen to her?

Why did she never learn her lesson?

What was wrong with her?

How did she always get herself into these situations?

And why did she ask herself so many questions?

Alannah rolled her eyes at herself and tried to make a choice. It was her own fault she was here. She had been warned but she had refused to listen. So she had to live with the consequences. Over time it had become easier. Part of her had been squashed down so many times until she was mostly numb inside.

Until him anyway.

She hadn’t been expecting him. And he had torn her world apart.

Almost.

And now she had to choose. Stay with her husband, the man who kept her locked in a house twenty-four hours a day, who didn’t allow her to have friends, or a job, or any contact with the outside world.

Or go with a man she had just seen kill two people as though it were nothing. Would her life be any better with him? Would he hurt her too?

Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Between a rock and a hard place.

She sighed. She already knew what her decision was, there was no point in waffling over it. Better the devil you know than the one you don’t.

With one last look at the ice blue eyes she would never forget, she walked back into the house.

The click of the lock echoed inside her head.

She was a prisoner once more.

“You know I have to punish you.”

She looked up at her husband, he was so big, towering above her petite frame, at one time that had actually attracted her to him.

There was no point in fighting him. She wouldn’t win and her punishment would only be more severe. She allowed him to take her arm and lead her to the box. The box he would lock her inside and not let her out until he thought she had suffered enough. Until she feared she really might lose her mind.

“I love you, John,” she said quietly, refusing to meet his glowing amber eyes. It was true. There was something wrong with her if she could love someone who treated her like this.

“I love you, too,” his voice turned sweet, and she wanted to wrap herself up in his arms and seek from him the comfort he had first given when she’d fled her childhood home. He could be so sweet one second and then it was like a flip switched and he was just as evil as what she had gone running from in the first place.

Just when she thought he might show her some mercy, he picked her up and tossed her in the box, closing the lid and locking it. John might be evil but he had saved her, and although she allowed him to lock her up she knew how to cut out his heart and tear it to shreds. All she had to do was tell him he had a son.

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