The restless beast.

In my apartment.

I showed her where I would sleep and didn't speak to her again until it was time for dinner. I honestly didn't feel like looking at the face of someone who was both angelic and a demon. With me she was the ruthless being and with that man... with that bastard I wouldn't even talk. I had ordered food because I didn't want to cook for her either. I was going to hire someone to be my chef while the queen of Narnia was in my house.

She defends the batterer.

It is disgusting and unbearable.

I heard the sound of the door closing...