Be careful who you let in your bed.
The doorknob rattled. She cowered in fear, and covered her ears, not wanting to hear or be heard.
Maybe they'll just go away.
That's the lie she told herself as the rattling became louder along with pounding on the door.
She tried to push herself further back into the closet, so that they wouldn't see her when they broke in.
What will they do to me? What have I done to deserve this?
The pounding grew louder. The doorframe splintered and gave way. She covered her eyes and screamed, "Please don't hurt me!"
Hands grabbed her shoulders firmly.
Oh, God, please help me!
She sobbed uncontrollably.
"Karen!" he said, shaking her. "Honey, it's me."
She looked into the eyes of her loving husband.
"Rob? Oh thank God! It was horrible."
He helped her out of the closet and she collapsed into his arms.
"It started with the phone calls again. Then the banging started and I didn't know what to do."
"It's okay, baby. I've got you now."
"Take me to bed and just hold me."
"Just hold you?"
" Yeah, baby, I've had a hard night."
"No problem, sweetie," he smiled. "I'll get you a sleeping pill."
"Thanks, you really are the best. I don't deserve you."
"I know," Rob said with a wink.
She changed into a flimsy negligee, then thankfully took the sleeping pill.
As they snuggled into bed, she sighed, feeling safe in his arms.
"Honey?" she said groggily.
"Why didn't you tell me it was you?"
"What do you mean?"
"When you broke into the closet, why didn't you just say, 'Karen, it's Rob'?"
"What fun would that be?"
"What?" she said, trying to force her eyes to stay open.
"Why would I want to ruin the little fun I get?"
"What do you mean?" she slurred.
"I've been the one calling you and hanging up for the last two months. I've been the one banging on the door and terrorizing you."
"But...why?" she mumbled.
"Because of you. I tried to forgive and forget when I caught you sleeping around, but apparently you couldn't forget your whoring ways, unless you're with me, then you're too tired."
Her mouth opened slowly but no sound came out.
"That's okay, baby. You sleep. I'll take care of everything."
He opened the front of her negligee and stared for a moment at her beautiful breasts, then he reached over and pulled a dagger out of his bedstand. He traced her ribs with the tip, then plunged the dagger into her heart.
Her eyes came wide open. She grabbed the handle over his hand and tried to pull it out as blood sprayed.
"No, baby, don't make me pull out yet."
He shoved the knife further in. Her breaths came in ragged gasps.
"That's what you always wanted, deeper."
Suddenly she stopped. Her hands fell away and landed by her side on the bed.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Happy Valentine’s Day."
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