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VIOLENCE IS YOUR KARMA

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content warning for miscarriage, hints of alcoholism, infidelity, kidnapping, and varying degrees of assault + mentioned eye gouging/removal
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You're a happy child, at the very least. A loving boy within a loving home. You're expected to fit into that cookie cutter idea of the perfect upper middle class man in your future. At the very least, that much you do. A stable job with the local police force. While you were once up for a role within interpol, you politely turned it down for a job that would keep you close to home. Your life is so painfully perfect in the sense you have everything you could want and more -- a loving wife whom you would give the world to if you could, a happy marriage, and a child on the way.
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(Look closely, the mirror of your life has but a small little chip in it. How tragic that little chip managed to put such a halt to what was otherwise perfect.)
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You'd never seen so much blood before. You sat in the waiting room as it still stained your hands when the doctors gave you the news that you dreaded. "We weren't able to save him." A boy. You and your wife were expecting a little boy of your own together. The world grows dead silent as words become no more than static to you. You know your wife is hurting and that you need to be there for her, but you just simply can't bring yourself to do it.
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You become the overstressed officer that buries himself in his work. The smell of bourbon on your breath grows heavy as you down another fifth. The bottle hits the wall and breaks -- it crumbles, much like the happy picture perfect family you strived for. The neglect you show to your wife drives her into the arms of another, you're still grieving far too much to notice.
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It's only brought to your attention just how much you've pushed her away when your touches are met with a flinch of surprise. How could you have been so emotionally unavailable when she needed you the most? It's then when it hits you, you need to set things right and show her that she's not alone. Life somehow finds a way and you pick up the pieces, together.
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Your hearts well up with joy when you find that this time, you have a second chance to be the parents you dreamed you could be. (So, so sad that you don't even realize the child isn't yours.)
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With lows come highs, you realize, as you make a break in an important case that's sat on your desk for months. (But the same can be said that with highs come lows. Oh, how low you'll fall.) The last thing you can recall is the cloth that covers your mouth and nose as you fall into a deep sleep.
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As you awake, you not only realize that you can't move, you realize the position you find yourself in as the redhead atop you moves with an invigored sense of sickened glee. "So you're finally awake." You struggle against your restraints with no way to make them budge. While you attempt to speak, you find that your lips had momentarily been sewn shut. Unable to move, unable to speak, you close your eyes as tears well up and fight against the way the woman before you absolutely violates you.
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Though a scream breaks through your sewn lips as she halts and digs a nail into the corner of your eye. The pain of it all forces your mouth open, the thread tearing through flesh as blood pours from both your mouth and your right eye socket. "If you won't even so much as look at me, then you don't need your eyes." She reasons this much and before you know it, the pain of everything causes you to faint.
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In truth, you think this is just a dream. She reminds you harshly that it's far from that. You can't escape, that much she'll make sure of. She gives a sickening smirk as a finger flicks the earring that hangs from her right lobe. As you looked upon it, and despite the glass eye you keep for appearance's sake, you felt the phantom pain of your missing right eye as it looked right back at you, preserved and pristine. She had you in her grasp, and you remained certain she wouldn't dare let go.