Fiction???

He was a typical abuser...
never let the marks show.
Never let the world know.
He smiled as he established a gentleman's resume.

But, when the doors closed.
The iron fists clenched
and did angry damage,
despite the begging cries and tears.

Connected, I knew.
I planned and I smiled.

The legend grows,
the speculation runs rampant.
The abuser, who feared me,
without knowing why...
disappeared.

I continue to smile.
Life is safer for the one left behind.