Such cold hatred filled his eyes, such disgust was in his mouth, he hit her. Boldly breaking her confidence, and slowly losing her respect. Her helpless body shook, and trembled with fear, her tears flowed like poetry, describing her elaborate pain. She closed her eyes, and thought of a joy-filled place, free from the beast that captured her strength. He hit her again, this time the pain traveled, deep into her fragile heart, her legs to swollen to recognize, her eyes even bigger. Would he ever stop? Would he ever stop hating her? Her love was persistant, but her fear provoked anger, Never again would she allow him to break her spirit, Never aian would anyone weaken her, He hit her again, this time harder, so hard she up stared at him, seen red fire in his face, the bitter coldness in his eyes, the reassurance that love never dwelled there. His speech wa slurred overcome by a source she would not understand, but she heard him, she felt him, his disgust, his hate, she felt fault, poor little thing didn't know, that her will didn't make him, evil did.