Elizabeth stood at the sink washing dishes. Stray wisps of dark curly hair kept falling into her eyes, and she tried unsuccessfully to push them back with her arm. Exasperated, she dried her hands on her pink ruffled apron & tucked her hair back into the short ponytail.
Then she filled the large roasting pan left from dinner with detergent and water; it would have to soak for a while.
She didn’t mind cleaning up after a dinner party. And it had been nice to see some old friends again. Thankfully though, no one had offered to stay later to help her put things away. It had been a long day, and she needed some time alone. Even if it was just to wash dishes.
As she waited for the pan to fill, she grabbed glasses from the counter and emerged them in the hot sudsy water.
And with the water running, she didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind her.
Suddenly she felt hands around her waist, and a hard body pressed into her from behind. He held a knife to her throat. He was serious this time.
She could smell the alcohol on his breath.
He tightened his grip on her and pressed his lips against her ear.
“Don’t even whimper, bitch.”
The glass she was washing slipped from her hands, shattering in the sink.
She cut herself; intentionally.
He held her tighter, watching the blood flow freely, dripping from her fingers into the soapy water.
She knew exactly what he wanted.
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