He drug the knife along the pasty walls of the room. The sound of bricks being scratched slowly driving me insane. “Liz, I cannot believe I used to love someone as incompetent as you.” He taunted as he gripped my chin suddenly. He tsked softly at me as I tilted my head away from him.

“Y’know, if you want to live you’re going to have to beg.” He pressed the blade to my throat, putting just enough pressure onto the handle, that if any more pressure was put onto it, skin would break, crimson liquid would seep down my neck.

“You- you’re a fucking psychopath Nicholas!” I knew that no matter what I said to convince him, his sadistic personality would wait for me to beg and sob before slicing a gash into my neck, that was if he felt like being kind, which I doubt.

“And you’re a damn tyrant, a traitor Elizabeth!” He took the knife from my neck, before stabbing it right between my thighs, luckily not breaking any skin. His words echoed through my ears. He picked the knife back up, before smiling psychotically.

Before I knew it the knife was slid along my porcelain skin, carving out the words, “Tyrant” or “Whore” and many other worse things. I screamed at the top of my lungs, praying to whatever existed that I would just wake up, safe in my bed. I screamed until my head hurt.

“I hope you burn in hell Nick.” I looked him in the eyes as the lethal words left my lips. He just chuckled as he straddled me, yet again pressing the knife to my neck.

“Y’know I wouldn’t kill you if you kept your loud mouth shut, but just knowing who you are I knew you wouldn’t keep your lips shut.” He spoke venomously as he kissed my lips, sliding the knife along my neck quickly. I immediately felt the blood gush out of the wound.

“I’m so sorry Lizzy!” He yelped as he took off his shirt, pressing it to the wound.

Everything was fading to black so quickly. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the pain that made me cry. It was the way that the man I still loved had helplessly tried to stop the bleeding as soon as he realized what he did.

“I-I lov- yo-u Nick.” I gasped out as everything I had worked so hard for no longer mattered to me. All of the money I worked for —useless. I could hear Nicholas sob out as he kissed the wound on my neck, the same way he had kissed me when I fell and hit my neck and chin on the countertop.

I suddenly woke up, next to my husband. “Nick…” I sobbed out as I grasped his torso softly, crying into his back. He woke up and immediately realized I was uncontrollably sobbing, not being able to relax. “Liz, calm down.” He said as he sat me in his lap, placing a soft kiss to the scar across my neck.