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I looked at his body,
so silent in death while my cries echoed round my heart. The pain, the
humiliation, the fear all came back in a rush; the torment he had subjected me
to night after night in the shabby attic while his wife lay asleep, blissfully
unaware as my tattered body screamed silently in agony. In the mornings I would go through the house
like a ghost, his cold eyes following my frail body as I worked quietly in the
kitchens, a maid by day and a whore by night.
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But I have had
enough; I looked at the fresh blood staining my hands and slipped out quietly
into the night. And as the rain washed away the blood and the pain, I disappeared
into the dark, knowing his cold eyes would follow me no more.
Written as part of the Five Sentence Fiction prompt.
Word Prompt: Rain
