In a fit of rage, the wife smashed her husband's prized guitar to pieces. Every piece of flesh, every shard of wood, and every string left a cut in her soul that bled revenge. Four minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, she emerged from their bedroom, a seductive vision of wrath. Her body was adorned in nothing but a red velvet cloak, her eyes sparkled like a madwoman's. She grabbed him forcefully by the tie, pulled him into their bedroom, and slammed the door shut. The screams of agony echoed through the house as she violated him mercilessly, ripping off his clothes, biting his flesh, and forcing him down onto the floor-mounted bedposts. The room filled with the stench of sweat and blood. The climax was swift and brutal, a violent release of tension between the two opponents.
