Heavy steps approached, my heart beat raced, he was coming. The boogeyman was coming.

Shivering, I braced myself, I recited my mantra over and over again, "relax, he will be done soon", I got ready, I pulled my panties, and spread my legs. He staggered in drunk and reeking of cheap Kai Kai, "aaangelinaaa" he screamed. "Oya open ya leg, the thing dey scratch me " I feigned a smile hoping he wouldn't get angry I was frowning or too serious. I still bear the marks on my back, finger scratches, biting, sometimes knife injuries.

He's a demon, a sadist, my sorrows bring him pleasure, my tears inflated his masochistic mind. A loser, a good for nothing, a community certified laughing stock, a pathological drunk. I was cursed with this man. I keep wondering why?, what wrong must I have done to deserve this? This daily torment?

I have prayed, I have fasted, I have visited priests and priestesses, I have laid curses, made voodoo sacrifices, used many charms, but he just wouldn't succumb. Night after night, sober or drunk, smiling or angry, he would come, and come. Leaving me used and sore.

I laid there as he staggered in, I knew what to do, I had planned this all year, I had prepared for this, I reached under my pillow as he straddled me, I allowed him to ease into momentum as he oscillated like a pendulum Bob. I closed my eyes as I visualised the scene of the movie I intended to reproduce, I felt for it, it was smooth and razor sharp. I stared into his eyes, he smiled.

In a split second I went for his phallus and my kitchen knife descended. A clean swoop, I castrated the bastard. His phallus still between my legs I ran as far as my legs could carry me. .....