?The normally mild mannered Victor was now finding it increasingly difficult to control his temper; he was, German, after all, but he had learned a large measure of control in his relatively young life, but now, he filled the tenuous threads?of his temper about to break. ? He stood there listening to her, saying not a word when she announced that his words were useless, and that she cared not for them. But when he saw her fist coming toward his face, he knew she meant to hit him. As quickly as the lightning with which he created life, Victor grabbed Elizabeth¡¯s clenched fist, and brought it down to her side; with his other hand, he took hold of her opposite hand, so as to make certain that she could not continue her plan with that hand. ? His eyes blazed with fury as he met her eyes, I¡, Said¡, Stop it! His voice now held a deadly calm, and he hoped she would not challenge him further. ? He just stood there, holding both her hands, watching her expression, allowing her to fully gauge the anger which burned in his eyes. He wanted to kick her, to hit her, to burn a hole through her with his eyes, with his feelings. ? ?When he spoke, his voice was lower than usual, it was calm, but held a firm, no nonsense authority. ? ?You are fortunate to even be alive, he told her; ? This violence of yours will solve nothing, do you hear me, absolutely nothing. The enunciated each and every word, allowing them to be sharpened blades of anger, which he used one at the time, ? Allowing her to experience the sting of each one. ? ?I will not allow even you¡, To make a mouse, or a fool of me; now I told you¡, I am immensely sorrowful for not defending you that fateful night, I told you that I would do it all over again if I could, but alas I cannot. ? I told you earlier that I would help you in whatever way I can, but that does not include allowing myself to be punched and kicked about as though I were just a common ? ?Slave, or whipping boy! ? You see I think I know what your plan is, he continued, you want to provoke me so that I will strike you first, then, you get to run to the authorities crying that your husband has Miss used and abused you, well it¡¯s not going to happen; I will not strike the first blow, but if you believe in violence to be such a grand idea, then strike?your own lovely face with your fist, and see how you like it, see how it feels. ? But I¡, I can think of a far better use for your lips; with that, he firmly took her in his arms, holding her in a tight bear hug, bringing her close to him, then claiming?her lips in a passionate kiss that equally commanded no nonsense, he hoped that it would command her respect. ? His voice was still firm, yet soft, his eyes showed both passion and anger as he spoke, I cannot pretend to know how you suffered that night, but I do know this, you are not the only one. I also know that I refuse to let this thing keep us apart, as your husband, I refuse to allow you to allow it¡, To claim your life. ? I know that I don¡¯t deserve you, he continued, I know that I have made terrible mistakes, but all I can do now is to live from this day forward, in the light of the knowledge gained from those mistakes. ? ? Allowing you to??strike me will change nothing of the past, it will only bring me pain, ?and I never liked pain, even coming from your sweet hands. ? ?Same killer who haunts you, also haunts me, ?and hurting me is just what he would want you to do. ? ?We are not getting anywhere like this, he told her, as he released his hold enough to loop his arm around her; now come my wife, we are going to find the priest, and we are going to conquer this thing¡, Together.???????????? ??
God loves you.
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Kat