He beat me.

He kicked me.

He tortured me.

He left me for dead.

And he never touched me.

Jacqueline made good business and personal decisions until Tyrone Perkins walked into her business and smelled her perfume of desperation.

He knew she needed love and attention and was living with low self-esteem.

Tyrone knew she was not rich in praise.

He told her how smart she was and even went to church with her.

Once.

Then like a full-grown boa constrictor, bit her, then slowly and patiently started squeezing life out of her.

The boa constrictor wraps itself around its victim and every time the victim takes a breath, the boa squeezes tighter.

The victim actually helps the snake kill them.

Every single time Jacqueline tried to take a deep breath to think clearer, he squeezed tighter.

She was afraid to leave and afraid to stay.

But he was not going to let her go.

Whether she had his money or not, driving 90 miles an hour on I-94, at 6:00 in the morning, Tyrone made up his mind.

He destroyed every woman he touched.

But she was different.

She was less than she was when he met her but would not break.

Every torture fantasy he had was going to come true.

His desire was stronger than it had been in a long time as he planned his final attack.

He would take her to a secluded spot force her to perform the humiliating acts she refused, then take his time and methodically, slowly, torture and her to death.

He got out of the car and walked up to the building.

No lights on.

She was asleep.

He would scare the life out of her.

He stomped up the steps, slammed the apartment door and started screaming for her.

“Jackie!

Jackie!

Where are you?

JACKIE!!”

He started turning on lights, but none came on.

He kept walking through the apartment to their bedroom.

His eyes did not believe what he was seeing.

The empty glass of water. The empty pill bottle.

It was over.

He did not have to rape or beat her.

He would never get the chance.