This is a preview to the chapter Nineteen from the book Hellbound by Tim Hawken.
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I looked to where I could hear Charlotte. My beautiful wife was hanging from the wall by two metal spikes, driven through each shoulder. She was bruised and beaten, now just sobbing. Red spit hung from her bottom lip, dribbling down past her feet to the ground. How she was still conscious I had no idea. Blood dripped from between her legs. She had been raped, her humanity stolen from her by some vile creature. What monster had done this to the woman I love?
She stopped crying and looked up, right into my eyes, glassy with tears.
“I love you,” she whispered, weakly.
With that, a fist came out from the side of my vision and punched her in the face, crunching her fragile bones back into her brain with a sickening crack. She was dead.
I didn’t even yell. I was silent. Bloody tears rolled from my eyes, the rage bubbling inside me.
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