My wife's face. Her beautiful face. I've never been so frightened to gaze upon it before. It used to bring me comfort during times of distress and hardship, but no more. Now it brings me nothing but despair and terror. I wish that I could see her loving, encouraging gaze one last time. The way it was before. Before this psychopath did this to us.
Before he broke into our home in the dead of night and held us at gunpoint. Before he shackled us to the bed post with chains and gagged our mouths.
He murdered her. He carved her up with a blade and forced me to watch. I saw him skin her from head to toe. It was as if each of my tears empowered him to do more despicable things to her body. Now as I stare into the deranged eyes of this lunatic I couldn't be more afraid because I know I'm next. My wife's face. Her beautiful face. And this maniac is wearing it like a mask.