As my hands ripped the filthy man's heart out and crushed it as he was still conscious, I laid my eyes on her. My love, my unspoiled flower, this evil man will never hurt you again. But she just stared at me, in my eyes, lying on the floor, not saying a word. I felt her pulse getting louder and more frequent. My poor baby, it's all better now. She grew pale. Gods, he must've done something to her. I will never forgive him. Once I'd swiped my hand on his stained shirt I took her in my arms and kissed her red, beautiful lips. 'Don't worry, love, I will always protect you.' But she didn't answer me. Instead, she started crying. 'Sshh, it's all right.' She pushed me away and started throwing everything she found at me. 'Monster!' she shouted. 'Somebody, help!' At first I didn't realize what was going on. Didn't she love me? Then I realized it - the man had done something very bad to her. Used her, stained her. She couldn't even scream. Only now she was finally able to let it out.