He watched helplessly as a gust of air slammed the door shut behind her and locked with an ominous click. He came to the conclusion, reluctantly, that she had purposely left him here without food or water to spend his final days.

Pounding on the door, he yelled, “Let me out! I’ll never do that to you again!” but his voice fell on deaf ears. She had already gunned her car engines departing from his life with a roar of satisfaction.

He desperately looked around for a tool of any kind to try to pry the thick insect infested boards from the wall but the shack was completely empty, not even a stick of furniture. Since there were no windows, it was dark and foreboding inside. Frantically, he searched his pockets but had apparently dropped his lighter earlier in the day when he was pounding the love of his life’s body, leaving her cowering in a corner planning her revenge.

Little did he know that she had wiped the blood from her face, held up her chin and went off to prepare for his fate.

Later, on the day of her beating, she had sweetly said, “Why don’t we go to my friend’s cottage to have a sexy vacation?” as she tantalized him, putting her scenario into play. Like a puppy following its master, he almost salivated as he agreed to meet her there for their assignation.

The first thing she did was go to the pet store where she bought 10 snakes.

She knew that he was deadly afraid of the hissing serpents. Next, she drove to the cottage and dumped the snakes into the single room before leaving.

He started screaming in horror when the first snake crawled up his legs, twining around his neck. It wouldn’t have mattered if he had known they were non-venomous because he suffered from Ophidiophobia, the fear of snakes.

Ripping the snake off his neck, he crouched in terror hoping the snakes would not find him. By the time she returned hours later, he was shaking so hard that she had to prop him up to drag him to her car. Arriving home at their luxurious mansion, she led him to the guest bedroom where she had arranged to have a hospital bed and several attendants dressed in white uniforms. He never tried to leave this room, spending the rest of his life there, completely out of his mind. Meanwhile, she continued to live in the mansion, drive the luxury cars and spend his money knowing that he would never bother her again. She had him where she wanted him, secure in her knowledge that she would have all the benefits of his wealth but none of the burdens of living with an abusive, cheating, lying man. She no longer had bruises of the body or of the heart. She explained his absence by telling anyone who asked, “He has health problems and is bedridden.”

In her devious way of thinking, he was as good as gone allowing her the freedom to live her life as she so desired.