a matter of perspective

A ceremony never meant to happen...the deed was done, the papers were signed...she was his, the world was over. And this new feeling that was created was nothing short of exhausting and heartbreaking. She had lost this war with herself, trying to decide whether or not it was right in her own mind. Trying to decide whether she was ahead of herself. It was autumn now and the shopping season was coming round. The children were running about in the streets, having fun. There had been a time in her life that she had been happy...there had been a time when she was carefree and didn't need to make decisions...when had everything gone wrong?
A downward spiral into a seclusion that seperated her sanity and her morality and caused her to stumble. Her body was lost in the spokes of an always-turning torture wheel of decisions. Her eyes were put out and she was forced to see what he wanted her see. Like what he wanted her to like. Do what he wanted her to do. Think the way he wanted her to think. Was there another way, she thought? Besides death? Besides leaving her shell of a broken body behind and sinking into an oblivion of confusion and darkness and lies that she had been forced to swallow all this time? To keep her mouth shut... Ladies do not discuss such matters. She had witnessed it, but the red-hot strike of him across her face had hushed her. He told her to keep quiet. His tongue was more like a whip, his words breaking her down and murdering her spirit. Every night she heard it cry a little more. Every night he choked her soul a little harder before lying beside her to sleep.
Her husband you ask? No one of the sort. Her demon. He had been there ever since she had first seen a dark act. Her father beating her mother. The demon had appeared and whispered evil things to her, telling her to give in to the darkness. She had been to little to realize to resist. Her body was mangled now, left to rot in a dark, secluded area in the back of her mind where no matter how much she screamed, clawed at the walls that had carvings spelling out evil on them, and prayed..no one could hear. The darkness had choked her, confined her, blinded her and now owned her. "my god..." She whispered, laying in her spiritual agony, hearing the cogs of an inevitable death turning and hearing the shriek of her frightened heart grabbing at her chest. suddenly all was quiet. the demon's usual hum of a voice was gone...was everything ok? She saw a light...perhaps she wasn't forsaken after all...she reached up..."my lord?" she asked. The demon grabbed her. "samantha! do not leave me!" he yelled. the claws of the beast tore into her and ripped her to pieces right there, but her hand remained raised. "you own me no more." she spoke, her voice setting the creature aflame. Soley the fact that a flutter of what seemed like hope flashed in the woman's eyes had given her soul new life. God had never left her...she had left him...