Chapter 24
Three fucking days.
That’s how long it’s been since my precious little wife ran away from me.
Practically left me for dead on the living room floor of our home.
Blood pouring from the gashes on my head into the soft fibres of the carpet.
The devious bitch drugged me then whacked me over the head before fleeing like the little coward that she is.
Annabelle has another thing coming if she thinks I’ll just allow her to walk away from me.
I think she’s forgotten who she belongs to.
Her place in my life. And I’ll make good on my promise that to remind her exactly who owns her, who’s feet she will kneel at for the rest of her miserable fucking life.
I will ruin her, shred her to pieces until she’s nothing but a barren wasteland, an empty shell, a useless hole for me to fuck whenever and wherever I want to. My wife will return to me one way or another, and I won’t take no for an answer.
I’m coming for you Annabelle.