Liar

She arrives home, her gaze fixed on me. Instead of speaking the truth, she feeds me a web of lies, though deep down, I can already perceive the truth. Deceitfully, she lies to my face, betraying the ones she claims to love. One fateful night, she returns home after indulging in promiscuity, only to find me waiting in the shadows. Curiosity consumes me, and I inquire about her whereabouts. She claims to have been at work, but I remind her that her shift ended hours ago. In silence, I approach her, gripping her hair tightly, and forcefully guide her through the house that was once a testament to our love and shared struggles. Finally, I lay her on the bed, and as she begins to resist, kicking and screaming, she strikes me, but I find amusement in her futile attempts. Restraining her by her throat, she struggles against my grip as I remove her alluring lingerie. Drawing close to her face, she accuses me of intending to violate her, to which I respond with laughter, dismissing her worthlessness, and leaving her lying on the bed.