The tv lit the room, Yet i was exposed. He was by my side, Towered over me, Cold hand gripping my neck. His eyes filled with malevolence as he tighted his grip, I rithe, try to free myself from his strong hold. My love, how could you do this to me? I pondered, He saw my struggle, The fear, The pain, And his eyes brightened. My love, did you really enjoy my fear and misery, so? The grip he had, both physical and figetative, Crushed me, mortified me. I wince, A slight glimmer is seen in his eyes as he stares down at me, How can you enjoy this? I try to scream, shove you away, but im too weak. My love, How could you do this to me? I ponder.