The raindrops reeked of redemption.
He had deserved it, she thought bitterly.
From the moment he had first dragged her into the dark scullery, he should have known this day would come. Like dark clouds amassing on the horizon foreshadowing the storm.
At first she had been distraught. She knew no one else in this country, had nowhere to go. And he knew it. Her helplessness emboldened him, and when he was done filling his stomach with the food she had cooked, he would drag her to the bed with sheets she had cleaned and force himself on her. The detergent smelled of betrayal.
The kitchen had only one window. Tied to the chair, he had begged. From the safety of her mask, she had watched him flail, till his last breath dissipated in the gas.
She dropped the rope on the wet street; the mask dangled from her hand.
The clouds part. A new future on the horizon.
Inspired by Flash! Friday Prompt