The Dream Temple, part 4

poeticsnake (70)in #writing • 5 years ago

The Dream Temple, part 3

Fear is written all over Anna's face, tears and blood mixing on her chin.

She tries to crawl away from under her husband. Deeply in shock that he could do this to her, no idea that there is a demon playing with the love of her life. The fact that she struggles under Peter makes him only angrier, he raises his arm's again and starts to punch his hard fist over and over into Anna's soft face.

She screams, cries, begs him to stop, digs her nails into Peter's bare chest, only to provoke the anger that is running in his body. "I WILL KILL YOU ASSHOLE! I WILL KILL YOU!!" Peter scream in Anna's face grabbing a fist full of her hair again, repeatedly smashing her head against the bed board. "PLEASE PETER STOP, STOP PLEASE!" Anna cries between her words, trying to breathe, until Peter's fist hits her full on her fragile temple, followed by a new hit on her jaw, causing Anna's head to spin. Her eyes roll back in her head and she almost passes out.

Her angelic face bruised, swollen, broken, the beauty taken away by her own husband. Peter presses his strong hand around Anna's petite neck, pressing, closing her windpipe. Anna's mouth falls open as she gasps for air to fill her lungs. A strangled soft scream escapes her full lush lips. Peter continues to squeeze, stopping her breath short. Anna tries to pry his fingers away from her neck, but she is slowly losing the battle for life. Her face begins to turn into a sickening color, her lips turning a purple-blue as her sights start to close in on her.

She feels her life slipping away, seeing it play before her like a movie. Her heart, once quickly beating, is now slowing in tempo. Her hands that tried to pry Peter's fingers off are weakened. They fall to her side as the energy escapes her. Within seconds, she loses consciousness, her breathing stops, and her heart no longer pumping her blood in her veins, she is dead. The demon bursts out in a burst of loud evil laughter, jumping behind Peter on the bed. Wrapping his strong arms around his torso, breathing heavily in his neck. The touch of the demon makes Peter wake up, the dream of his fight still on his mind.

Feeling the pain on his fist, and the fact that he can hardly move. "What the hell?" He opens his eyes, the demon behind him using all his powers to turn on the lights in the room. Peter's eyes grow wide seeing his beaten and broken wife under his own body. "ANNA, ANNA, WAKE UP!" Peter tries to move his hands to lift his woman up but he can't move a single inch of his body.