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She opens her mouth to respond. The moment you've been waiting for. Your backhand cracks against her jaw. The force of your blow nearly spins her around. With trembling hands she gingerly touches the growing flush beneath the skin of her cheek, slowly turning back towards you with sorrow and hurt in her eyes. 

How dare she. 

How dare she look at you like that, with those eyes, like she's a victim here and not the one who failed to do the single damn thing she was supposed to do.

You hit her. Again, and again, and again. "Thought you could pull one over on me? Thought you could fucking distract me and I wouldn't notice your fuckups? Stupid fucking WHORE." Your fist is closed now. "Maybe it would have worked if I was as much of an imbecile as you. That's your problem, you know. You think everyone is like you. Because you're selfish. Selfish. lazy, stupid. Where would you be without me, huh? ANSWER ME!"

Yuru is crying now, babbling some incoherent mess through a broken nose that only serves to fan the flames of your anger. Her sobbing and begging comes out in high-pitched spurts, like a twisted giggle. "What's that? You laughing? YOU THINK THIS IS FUCKING FUNNY? YOU THINK I LIKE DOING THIS? YOU THINK I LIKE BUSTING MY ASS OUT THERE THEN COMING HOME TO THIS SORRY FUCKING EXCUSE OF A HOUSE?" You drive your fist into her stomach, and by the sudden cutoff of her pathetic mewling, it seems that you knocked the wind out of her. You stand over her as she gasps on the floor, blood dripping from your hand, the very image of righteous fury. 

Yuru finally manages to draw a deep breath, a heavy inhalation wet with the fluids choking her airways. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even try to get up, doesn't even fucking look at you. Useless. You grab a rough fistful of her pink hair, close to the scalp, and begin to drag her across the floor to the bedroom. There are certain things a man is owed by his wife, after all. 
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