Warning, this One-shot will contain domestic violence and murder, so please beware.

Edit: Also, for old readers who have read this chapter previously, the character previously written in this chapter was Muscular, but I changed it to Mimic because of personal reasons.

Sporting another bruise from a few weeks ago, you took it upon yourself to cover it with your hair once again. If ever one of your coworkers would notice yet another concerning black eye, of course you'd have a cover up story, making an excuse once more to cover for your abusive spouse. You'd say you were quite the klutz and tell them you were yet in another frenzy in the kitchen that you slipped and hit your eye.

It was a daily routine and you were sadly used to it. You thought that this marriage would get you out of the poverty and abusive perils of your family, as they expected you to be their breadwinner... And here you thought the arranged marriage with the Yakuza manager couldn't get any worse. You really don't know what the Yakuza's motives were when they made you married to Iranaka Joi. The mention of his name casted a phantom wind to blow towards your direction, shivering from the mere mention of his name. Out of fear, you were his submissive little spouse, following his every order, never talked back, always did as he says...

The horror he imposed with simply with his presence made you tremble on your knees, urging you to beg for his forgiveness even if you didn't do anything. He was that terrifying for you. Having to share your bed with him tends to have complications as well. To think that your home, a place where you should feel comfortable and liberated, is where you feel as if you were being held as a hostage, a prisoner in complete solitary confinement.

"Hey L/N!" Your coworker waved at your direction, her five inches heels clicking by the pristine tiles as she cheerfully approached you. You instinctively turned into a specific angle in an attempt to hide your black eye away from her.

"Oh, hey Kiyomi..." You greeted with a polite nod.

"Wonderful weather, we're having," The dark haired female who recently dyed her hair blonde smiled, leaning her weight by the wall.

"Uh, yeah... Nice weather, nice weather..." You replied, trying your best to looks normal as you usually do.

"I heard the company's throwing a celebration for the twenty fifth anniversary. You gonna come, or...?" Himura asked, slightly tipping her square framed glasses downwards.

"Oh, maybe not, my husband doesn't really approve on such things..." you concealed your raging nerves purging anxiety in your voice with a laugh, but betrayed itself as it sounded shaky and unsure. The thought never crossed your kind before, but you were afraid of what his reaction would be if you wanted to go out. You can already hear his voice screaming loudly within your ears causing your chest to tighten with fear. You can only hope Himura couldn't read your emotions, but her expression says otherwise. It wasn't convincing for your coworker to say the least.

"Sweetie-" you flinched as the back of her fingers daintily traces your cheek with such softness and gentleness. Her hands emitted such a warm heat, soothing your cold nerves and easing your breathe. "- your husband does not own you. If you don't want to go to the celebration, sure go ahead, but your husband? Why does he decide things for you?"

She has a point, your husband is not the boss of you but he is terrifying. You never stood up to him with a fear of defying him and being beaten to a bloody pulp... You've seen how capable he is in terms of dealing with his Yakuza business and you don't want to find out what he is capable of doing to you.

You subconsciously leaned into her touch, feeling so helpless and vulnerable... Warm touches like hers is what you yearned for all the years of your life, it was just something you needed since life cursed you with a dark cloud for the majority of your life. As her silky soft fingers stroked your cheek, they trailed by your hair and tucked it behind your ear.

What would happen if you defied him? Would he kill you? Beat you? You never want to find out, when the regular beating always causes a hindrance to your life, but where was your freedom? What happened and why would you let him control you? It's your life, but you feared that he would end it if you disobeyed him. You are his spouse, sure, but that doesn't mean he'd go easy on you. As if, beating you on a daily basis isn't bad enough, what more could happen if you chose to go against him.

"I don't know, Kiyomi..." You held onto her wrist, rubbing your face on her soft palm absentmindedly, holding her hand within yours. "He's just so... So..." you hesitated to speak, frozen with realization as you were about to say what he is as if he were in earshot.

Could you risk telling someone about this? He wouldn't like it if one finds out about his association with crime syndicates and you would surely be arrested as well for harbouring a criminal. Why does life have to treat you like this? Why do you need to reconsider your every move, living under the fear of accidentally doing things he disapproves in the most irrational way to the point even sneezing and coughing in his presence is a sin.

Before you knew it, tears were absentmindedly pooled within your eyes and overflowed. Himura empathetically smiles, before pulling you in for a warm embrace. You buried your face on the crook of her neck, arms coiling around her waist as she held you close. She lightly strokes your back, her soothing touch running through your clothes skin as she whispered words of affirmations in your ear.

"Shhh, it's okay... It's okay..." She lightly whispers, tracing patterns on your back to try and soothe you.

Dinner went as silent as it always does. The faint sounds of your metallic utensils were against your ceramic plates. Usual night spent with him were spent like this, in utter silence. You'd find it comforting if it weren't for him. He was oddly staring at his food, clutching the table knife and fork in his palms, gripping it like a lifeline. As usual, you would resolve these things by eating quick to avoid him. Tense silence continued flowed through the air, when-

SLAM!

The tense silence was replaced with tense noise. Despite not uttering a word, you were able to sense rage seething through his eyes. You backed away upon his knife making a string impact on the table, the chair behind your back screeching within your sudden movement, knocking it back.

"So you're not telling me what the fuck happened? HUH?!" He yelled through clenched teeth, pushing the table away and flipping it to its side, the content spilling out as you found yourself backing away in a corner.

You shook your head, holding into anything to steady your weakened knees as he approaches. The shining glint of silver shone upon your eyes once you've noticed it. It was the knife he clenched earlier. The way his voice boomed in your ears made your ears ring out, chest tightened with anxiety. Tears leaked out of your eyes, throat sealed as your own mind alluded you.

You had no idea why he was acting like this. He was violent but never this violent. You thought back to what you did to upset him like this, you went on your day like you normally! You knew nothing to why you could upset him, he-

"AHHH!" You loudly yelped as he took a fistful of your hair, before slamming it against the wall enough to make you see black in your vision. "P-Please l-l-let me go! I-I didn't do anything! Please!" Your voice came out as a shriek, choking as he resumed to slam your head on the wall as a trail of crimson streamed from your head and into the wall.

"SO YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO DENY IT, HUH?! YOU INSOLENT LITTLE BITCH-" He harshly tugs on your hair, and with an open palm, he slams it to your face with much force as you struggles to break free from him remained futile. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU'VE BEEN SCREWING YOUR WHORE COWORKER!"

He was crazy, you never flirted with anyone that's your coworker. You never interacted with them too much, he was crazy. He kept on screaming as he banged your head on the wall, your consciousness starting to slip from your system while adrenaline pumps decreased.

"P-Please... I wasn't..." You lowly whimpered, knees weakened and vision blurred with tears and blood lost.

Joi Iranaka throws the butter knife he acquired from the dinner table, as he took a knife from the block and raises it above his head. The silver glints with danger, reflecting your appearance as it quickly crashed to aim to your chest. You screamed upon realization, not realising that he'd be capable of doing that. Without thinking twice, you caught the blade in your hands, blood seeping out of your palms as he attempts to sheath the blade in your heart.

He growled, pushing further, not noticing your free hand making its way to the knife block. You stealthy grasped the handle, tightly gripping it while your hand other held into the knife of Mimic to prevent it from stabbing you.

You weren't strong enough to grasp the knife, as it quickly moved to sheath it within your flesh. Without thinking twice, you caught the knife with your shoulder, the metal blade digging itself within your shoulder and took this as a chance to perform your hastily and sloppily planned strategy.

Joi froze, a strangled grunt erupting from his throat as blood trailed from the corner of his lips and into his chin. His grip around the handle of his knife weakened, as he slowly lowered himself as he was out of balance but you weren't finished yet. You plunged the knife on his head, again and again until he you longer saw his chest shifting.

Sighing, you pulled the knife from your shoulder, telling out in pain before tossing it somewhere. Leaning your head onto the wall, you plunged his knife in his thigh and forced it through his bone with your foot. He ran through your knife. He ran through your knife ten time.

You wiped the blood from the corner of your lips after spitting your bloodied spit on the dead man, before croaking out, "He had it coming..."