If only that was all.

She was immaculate; beautifully groomed from head to toe. She demanded heads to turn to her when she walked into a room. Not this time. She was still as beautifully dressed, but different somehow. Her radiance was gone. When she carefully tread into the store, she looked absolutely terrified. She bought a small amount of food, and the bells by the door chimed as she exited. A loud crash was heard. He had beaten her down with the back of his hand. She was cowering on the floor, the food sprawled down the steps. He struck her again.