Ryzel slowly regained consciousness, her eyes fluttering open at the sight of her own body lying on the cold tiles of their apartment.
The confusion around her caused her to sit up fast, clearing her mind. She got to her feet and saw her husband, Oliver, on his knees, his face covered in blood, pleading for mercy from their attacker.
"P-pleasee.. just spare me and do whatever you want with my wife.
"I don't even care now that you killed my brother. Just spare my life, and I will leave this city and never show my face again."
"What about your wife and child?" The attacker asked in a deep voice.
"I don't care about them. My wife is a true beauty. Take her, force her, do whatever you want to do; I don't care for both of them."
Ryzel's heart broke into a thousand pieces as she saw her husband, Oliver, cower before the attacker, his face bloodied and bruised.
