The big chandelier was the witness of that emotive scene.
I kiss her cheek and go, but she holds my hand and does not let me.
I turn back and look at her, her eyes were sad and melancholic but they turn in anger and hatred.
So my massacre begin, the only witness of the beating i received was the big chandelier hanging upon us.
Somehow, finally I get in the middle of the street bloodstained.
She gets a big mallet and smash my genitals.
She knows I'm still conscious and the last I remember is the big mallet against my face.
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