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as she had already given over all of the other sets of keys. She was fearful of the massive step she was about to take but the further she was away from John the better; she had no relatives, as she was an only child and both her parents were now dead. She didn’t care if the rest of her life might be spent alone; she only cared that she would not have to feel fear and pain anymore. She wouldn’t have the anticipation of being raped whenever he wanted her. Being safe and her freedom was all that mattered.
    John had pestered her to go back to him for a short while after she had left him but strangely he had stopped as if he had accepted that she was never coming back. He had signed the divorce papers and taken his share of the money. Little did Louise know that his mind was already planning a sinister final solution of his own to their sorry excuse for a marriage.
    She opened the door to the living room and froze on the spot, her breath shallow and fast; there in front of her he stood, his eyes twinkling with a strange sense of triumph. He spoke in a calm voice. “You didn’t think I was going to let you go, did you? I’ve waited patiently for you to sort everything out for me, foryou to erase yourself from society so as I don’t have to cover my tracks. As far as everyone is concerned, the few that may know you, you’ve already left.”
    Tears rolled down her face as she dropped to her knees, her voice at a whisper. “Why, why won’t you just leave me be, let me go John, please let me go John, I’m begging you.”
    “Never! You’re mine, and I decide when you leave me! In fact you’ll be leaving soon, for good,” he smirked and walked over to her.
    She looked up at him, his eyes cold and unfeeling as they met hers; she gently held on to his trouser leg, her fingers weak and her touch soft, her fingertips pleading to John’s softer side that he once had shown her many, many years ago.
    “I told you that I’d never let you leave me, and I meant it.” He reached down to her and pulled her up to her feet; she was much smaller than him, half his weight and of frail appearance. He placed his hands around her throat and she whimpered meekly like a defenceless lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
    “Don’t John, I’m sorry for leaving you, everything’s my fault.”
    His thumbs pushed slowly into her throat, to savour the moment; her hands gripped his wrists, a futile attempt to stop him, his piercing eyes fixed on hers as he slowly choked the life from her. He pushed harder and harder. Louise lost consciousness and then he violently snapped her neck with his bare hands. He held her up, his strength easily holding her weight before dropping her to the ground; her limp lifeless body lay there. At last her prolonged and tormented battle against him was finally lost. Escape had been so close but yet so far.
    He brought through a large case and savagely stuffed his beloved wife into it. There was no care for her as he jammed her limbs in, bending and twisting bone and cartilage to make her fit. There was now no obvious trace that anything had ever happened in that room.

Chapter 8: Next
    He moved the barrel in the kitchen; it was quite heavy, as his wife’s decaying body lay folded double within it. Her head was pressed against her ankles, sadistically folded over like a rag doll. The barrel was sealed shut as John had welded it after he placed her there, months before, a grotesque resting place for a kind and loyal woman that he had shared such a large part of his life with. There was an old, manky, stale stained table cloth covering the wooden circle, which lay on top of the barrel which he now used as a table top, sometimes eating his food off it, thinking of her inside. It gave him pleasure when he thought of how he had shown her that he was the boss and that she could never leave him now -
stupid bitch.
    He pulled on a semi clean pair of pants, his work uniform, a half ironed shirt which had only been worn once and