She doesn't look up to see the look on his face as he comes in. She won't talk, and doesn't move. The vein in his face is pounding as his eyes seems to focus on her her, and his pupils dilate.
"I'm making your favorite." She offers, focusing on the skillet she holds in her oven mitt. Her eyes are glazed and she appears out of focus, as if she doesn't really see what's in front of her. The chicken is burning, she doesn't notice. He doesn't either. His eyes rest on her back, which is turns to him.
Ding! The toast is done. Buzz buzz. That's all to be heard, his shallow, rapid breaths and her heart only just getting up to speed. Buzz
Her mouth flies open to let out the agony. Surprise lights up her face as her life drains away. Buzz buzz. He's gone blind it seems. The blows are coming down at random. He doesn't seem to hear her cries, doesn't notice when the pounding stops and he's focused on relaxes in his arms Buzz.
They find her long after her hours are up. They can't find a soul as a witness, and they won't questions me. I see everything. Buzz. I hide in wait, your secrets on my wings. I sit in the kitchen, take part in her final meal, but of course they don't see me. After all, I'm just a fly on the wall.