Thirty years ago in a tragic case of mistaken identity a young man secretly entered a house, she kept him calm for three hours…her husband had been working just like any other day, expecting to come home to his wife, dinner on the table and a bottle of wine on ice…instead he got a frenzied attack from the disturbed intruder within his home.

 

She screamed as her husband hit the floor bleeding, maybe that’s what prompted what he did next…the aggressor turned with venom in his eyes, ten times the knife pierced her flesh, ten times he attacked with a sickening veracity that satisfied his lubricious sexual desire, the blood only added to the pleasure he took while raping her, he probably would have landed the killing blow if it hadn’t been for her husband regaining consciousness and fighting the invader off…

 

The police arrived and pronounced them both dead on arrival, their lives leaking out onto the cold white floor like roses in the snow...

 

Luckily a paramedic arrived and managed to bring them back, they fought and fought with every fibre of their soul to survive and they made an almost full recovery.

 

The invader was never caught...