They said she was very docile, taking in her husband’s daily abuse. He’d inflict pain so deep, that the wounds scarred her from within, yet, on the outsides she smiled.
Was she tolerant, forgiving lady to take in so much hurt everyday?
Well, inside, she had a plan building. A plan, if executed well, would relieve her of her trauma forever. A plan, nobody would suspect her of doing.
That night she poisoned him. Victorious, she dragged the limp-body to the rail-way tracks, where a passing train shred his body into pieces. Not a whimper was heard. Finally, she was free!
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