"This was never about me, was it?" Denise uttered.
John tried to sit up but his hands were handcuffed to the bed.
"Nikki is Nikholas!" She whispered as John's breaths started to get intense.
She walked up to him and exposed her blood shot red eyes. She grabbed his chin and slapped him. His face instantly became red as her fingers left a mark.
"Were you ever going to tell me?" She whispered in his ears. She pressed her fist against his left cheek. Pressing his face down hard against the pillow.
His body jerked as she applied pressure to his head.
He mumbled, "I didn't sleep with her, I didn't cheat on you."
"You did, my friend. You checked out this relationship around Christmas time. You have been stringing me around this entire time, and you think...."
"Denise, I love you!" He yelled as she released her grip.
"But you're in love with her...right?"
She slapped him as hard as she could. He spit blood onto the floor.
"What do you have to say?"
"I didn't check out this relationship."
"I love my gym, like you love Starbucks."
She smiled and grabbed the pot of tiger lillies.
"Speaking of Starbucks, are you thirsty?" She chuckled as she poured the water from the pot on his face. John couldn't catch his breath as she whispered,
"Drown, asshole, drown."
John struggled to catch his breath as she continued, "you are your mother's child. You are just like her. You contradicted all of your morals to make your mom happy. I hope this new bitch treats you, like you just treated me."
She sat on his chest and placed her six inch nude pump on his face.
He sadly muttered, "I am like my mother. This wasn't supposed to be like this..."
She slid the back part of heel into his mouth.
"And this is how this ends." She attempted to suffocate him by putting all her heel in his throat. He felt his body shake with intensity as she kissed his forehead. He started coughing.
John shot up and woke up from his nightmare.
The sweat covered his body and he turned to find himself alone in his house.
"Woah..." as he grabbed his throat.