It All Ends Sometimes

[MotherLay 815]

It All Ends Sometime.

 

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"What did I say about spending my minas, Dus?" Radovan bellows out as he holds his wife against the wall, his tight grip bruising her skin.

 

“Godan, Radovan, it was just a lute!” The woman replies, using her weak strength to push against the man, “You are overreacting.”

 

Radovan’s grip gets only impossibly tighter, his face pure red with clear fury. Dusica whimpers in pain, clawing at his chest with her nails. “Must I keep teaching you the same things over-” he pulls her forward before shoving her back into the wall, “And over,” SLAM! “And over again??!” He throws her back against the wall once more, weakening the already bruised woman more and more.

 

Dusica’s attempts to fight back seemed to be for nothing. She had already been low on strength, her husband had been sure of that, but now it felt as if she couldn’t even move, she was confined to the position she was in, trapped. She slumped against the wall that she had been held against, tears of pain rushing out of her eyes, despite her attempts to stop it. 

 

“You are such a [female dog], Dusica. You are lucky to have me. Any other man would ne put up with your [crap]. Stop taking advantage of my kindness.” Radovan sneers, pressing his forehead up to hers. 

 

It was no secret that Dusica ran her mouth, it was the only source of power she kept. She could be rendered immobile, but still spew harsh words towards her attacker. Perhaps this time though- she should have remained silent. “What a sad life you live, Radovan, beating on me just so you can find some satisfaction. What a man you are, you barely can be considered one at all! Maybe if you weren’t so intolerable-” The defenseless woman spits, out, venom laced in her tone. She had always had a strong voice, a strong mind, but that wouldn’t help her here. Before she could finish her sentence, a hand is lifted from her shoulder, and all she feels next is a fist thrusting into her jaw.

 

Dusica lets out a howl of pain, her sobbing  growing as she reaches a hand up to cradle her damaged face. “That’s enough,” Radovan speaks in a warning tone, his voice low and angry. 

 

“Maybe if you weren’t so intolerable-” Dusica tries to speak again, cut off by the clogging of her throat as Radovan wraps his hands around her neck. She begins to gasp for air, clawing her nails at his tightening grip.

 

“SHUT UP!” Radovan shouts at her, kicking her calf with as much force as he could muster. “If you believe I am so intolerable … HERE’S YOUR ESCAPE!” Radovan screams in her face, his grip only strengthening as he speaks, ignoring her attempts to suck in a breath. 

 

In her last attempt for defense, Dusica lifts her unhurt leg, resting her foot up against the wall below her, within arms reach. She fumbles around, trying to pull at the sock she wore. The woman could feel the dizziness ensue, distortion becoming reality as she was choked by her own husband. Her grip was weak, but she managed to produce the small dagger she stored against her leg, clutching it with a shaky hand. Everything began to dim as she slowly lost consciousness, her chances to survive slim. 

 

Without a second of hesitation, she thrusted the dagger forward, slamming it right below his ribcage.

 

Radovan’s grip disappeared, his eyes widened in surprise for the quick turn in events. His gaze trailed from Dusica down to his stomach, where the dagger embedded in him deeply, too deep. Stumbling a bit, the man failed to keep his balance, falling onto his backside on the splintering wood of their cheap home. 

 

Dusica too, fell to the floor, gasping for air, heaving uncontrollably. Her back pressed against the wall, her whole body shaking. She glances to her hands, to her chest, to her legs, trying to regain feeling in all of them. The woman’s gaze then traveled to her husband, who laid unmoving on the floor. Her heart quickened in pace as she went into a small state of shock. She had done it, she had stabbed him, she had killed him. 

 

Radovan laid there, bleeding out heavily. There seemed to be no way to cheat this death, he was to die on this floor, he was to die by his wife’s hand. It was only a few mere moments to reflect on his choices, before he submitted to the fate he knew was coming. 

 

Death.

 

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RIP Radovan

Won't be missed.

 

JKJK ANYWAYS MEAN HUSBAND GO BYE BYE

 

jkjk MCVDK is great

 

 

Edited April 24, 2021 by MotherLay

[Burnsider 4542]

Ursula Vasović clicked her tongue in disgust upon hearing the story from her nephew. "I told you, Andrik. I told you. On that boy's Naming Day, I predicted a tragic end. His and others. Let us hope this tragedy ends with his death."

[MCVDK 1548]

Radovan continued to abuse his wife from the Seven Skies, awaiting that glorious moment for Dusica to return to his grasp for another blue eye. (was fun with a different relationship than usual! Props to MotherLay for keeping it cool and comfortable between all parties OOC <3)

[Quantumatics 547]

Andrik Vasović ran his hand down the length of his hair, his visage bearing a troubled Grimace. "Da, how unfortunate," he'd reply to the Sigismundaroșie. "I suppose Radovan was rather unruly beneath his diplomatic stoicism, a man prone to indeterminable rage. Still, I remain confounded by the maintained accuracy of your predictions."

 

Edited April 27, 2021 by Quantumatics

[CrownedLime747 161]

Đurađ Vasović shrugged at the statement of his nephew to Ursula. "The Sigismundaroșie can be confusing in their predictions. I'm not sure even they fully understand them."

[latte 1310]

Katya Svletlana Petrovic turns in her none existent grave.

[Proddy 2242]

 

Seated on a patch of grass strumming away at his tamburica, Franjo Pavle Samardzic feels a great disturbance. As though a giant with gargantuan fists had just been felled, a giant whomst one day could have become his greatest rival. Shrugging his shoulders, he turns back to his instrument. Playing with a great fervor.