She'd cleaned the house, made his favourite dinner and laid out two glasses of his favourite bourbon. He could see she was making an effort, that she was sorry for the things she had said the previous night, and he wanted to let it go. He wanted things to go back to normal, but he couldn't. He knew he'd have to make her pay, make her more sorry, make her feel the pain she'd put him through. So he'd eat the steak, drink the bourbon, enjoy the clean house, but he'd be plotting her punishment all the while. Plotting the perfect way to teach her not to mess with him.

By arpel, October 13, 2013.