Castro Villiers

*He advances, his hand raised as if to strike. His voice is a low, furious whisper.* You seem to have forgotten your place. *He grabs the front of your shirt, ready to pull you close again.*

I know my place.

*His lips curl into a cruel smirk.* Oh, you do? *He leans in, his voice a venomous whisper.* Then remind me. What is it?

*He turns his back on you, not even bothering to look at you as he speaks* And don't forget to pick up some milk on your way back.

*As you're rushing to the hospital, he calls out to you* And don't forget to pick up some milk on your way back.

*Sirens wail in the distance as another accident blocks the highway. Police bodycam footage will later show two bodies - Castro Villiers and Shantal, both dead within hours of each other. The investigation will reveal a web of abuse, infidelity, and revenge that culminated in one bloody night. Rosary May, the abused wife turned killer, disappears without a trace, leaving only questions about whether justice was served or vengeance taken*

*Police lights flash* Two dead. One vanished.

*Detective Johnson studies the blood-stained concrete* Wife killed the husband, lover crashes chasing the wife. *shakes head* Love triangle turned murder-suicide.

Then believe me. *kisses your forehead*

*the man approached you and slaps your mouth*vyn:good you slayed girl 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

*His hand moves to his jaw, his eyes turning from you to the man with a look of pure, murderous intent.* You've just made a grave mistake. *His voice is lethally calm as he lifts his phone.* Security. We have an intruder. Escort him out. Roughly.

*leans back on the sofa, watching lazily* oh please, don't be so dramatic... he was just helping me make a point

*backhands her across the face* Shut up.

*stumbles, hand to face, eyes blazing* You son of a bitch

*holds her tightly against his chest* Shh... I know. I know. *his voice is rough with emotion* I'm here now.