At that moment she should have left.

The moment the shock wore off and the pain set in. He had hit her. No, he had struck her. She had hit the wall. She should have left. Walked out that minute. Leaving her things and returning later with the police to retrieve them. But no, she didn't want to leave him all alone. She wanted to leave him for dead. This was the first time he had ever hit her, and it would be the last. That despicable son of a bitch would have to go.

It was their anniversary that night, and everything had to be perfect. Candles, music, and the perfect three course meal. She was a dynamite cook, even if she wasn't the best housekeeper. She was no Martha Stewart, but maybe that was a good thing. She inhaled sharply as the door clicked shut. He was home. He called her name, and she let out the breath she had been holding in for what felt like an eternity. After a moment she composed herself and responded cheerfully.

He walked into the kitchen and kissed her on the cheek. She flinched as he placed his hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong" he asked her, sounding more annoyed than concerned. "Nothing" she told him looking up with a small smile. "If this is about last week, I already told you that it wouldn't happen again. As long as you don't make it happen again" he smiled, but his eyes weren't smiling.

"I know" she said in a low voice " I just want to make everything perfect". He loosened his grip on her shoulder, and scooped her into a hug. "Happy Anniversary, Kyle" she whispered into his chest. "Dinner is ready, and it's all of your favorites"

He devoured each course without a word of gratitude or even a glance in her direction. When it came time for dessert, she cut him a large slice of Red Velvet cake. It was his favorite, and they had eaten it on their first date. When he had finished all but the last bite, she let out a loud false cough. "I think we should talk about what happened last week." she told him in a stern tone. He looked up at her with an icy stare. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about" he said "unless you're referring to your little accident." "You disgusting piece of shit. You could have killed me.", she told him with a malevolent look in her eyes. "You got what was coming to you. Now that you know your place; you can grab me another piece of cake."

"I'm not sure you could handle another piece. I put enough in there to poison a horse."

"You lying cunt," he cried out in a hostile, monstrous tone.

"If you're sure about that, then I guess you don't need the antidote.", she told him a sly smile on her face.

"You give me the fucking treatment, or you'll wish I had killed you" he screeched at her.

"That's good, get your heartrate going, let the poison spread faster."

"Goddammit. What do I have to do for you to give me the fucking antidote?"

"Maybe you should feel the wrath of your own fists.", she told him in a low intentional tone. "I think I'm gonna need to see you hit yourself, maybe slam your own head against the wall you miserable asshole."

"You've got to be kidding me", he said in an almost scolding voice

"I wouldn't be so disagreeable if my time was running out so fast"

"Fine" he whispered urgently to her, landing a severe uppercut on his own jaw. Busting his lip with a sickening crunching noise that was more satisfying than she would ever be able to explain, and knocking himself to the floor.

He looked up at with a mix of hatred and desperation in his eyes. "Well?" he asked her expecting to be immediately rewarded.

"Well, what?" she replied obviously unimpressed "I'm going to need a little more carnage than that."

Staring daggers at her he crawled over to the wall and made swift contact between his bleeding face and the gray kitchen wall. Looking up at her he could see that this wasn't enough. This time he drew back, and gained momentum. Smashing his head against the wall he could hear a small laugh escape her lips.

"That's better" she told him, her face aglow. She reached out her hand and gave him his reward.

He grabbed the vile out of her hand so quickly that he almost pulled her over with him. "Stupid, fucking bitch. You'll regret this.", he said blood still dripping from his lip. He drank it down as fast as he could. Treating it like the water of life. In his mind it was lifegiving. Suddenly, bubbles began to rise out of his mouth. He gargled and choked falling back onto the floor. "Oh my", she told him a malicious grin spreading across her face. "Stupid bitch that I am. That's the poison. I guess I never did get it in the cake" Sitting down in the place she had served him his last meal, she pulled his plate forward and put the last bite of Red Velvet cake in her mouth.