The Third Person.

Americana Injustica

The water hurt her skin so badly that her mind had frozen, in stark contrast to the extreme temperature raining down on her in rivulets of pain. The steam from the scalding shower had long-before that moment saturated the entire bathroom – from ceiling to floor, wall to wall. The pain was nearly unbearable; using only her eyeballs best she could, she searched her bare stomach and arms for the holes that she was certain must be burning through her skin by now from the water. The desire to scream in pain was stronger now, but she dared not make a sound and incite her husband further. When he would remove his eyes from her form in the burning shower, she would quickly step out of its drops to one side or the other and back to the center of the stream before he noticed; that was surely the only…

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