The room was dimly lit with the candles he had scattered before she had arrived. The meal would be served in just a few minutes, a creation to do any chef proud. He had left the wine to breathe the required amount of time. The stage was set. He set the plate before her and frowned when she showed no sign of appreciation for his efforts. He poured her a glass of wine, an excellent vintage. Still, she showed no joy or surprise.
He batted the wineglass away and it shattered on the far wall. With a swipe of his hand, the plate followed. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards him, glaring in affronted anger as he picked up the butter knife that lay on the table. He would show this ungrateful bitch..
He knew no one would hear if she tried to scream. The gag he had placed in her mouth would see to that.