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02:01 Aug 30 2025
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I will finish the quiet violence off over the weekend
Hope to make it as bloody as possible

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The Quiet Violence Part 1
04:13 Aug 27 2025
Times Read: 91

Some say marriage is good for a woman gives her a sense of purpose but for Eleanor Rudge it had only given her misery and humiliation.
Eleanor was not an attractive woman she had gained a more matronly figure over the years. Her hair was shoulder length and mousy and in spite of trying to give it volume with curlers it never had the flare she wanted.
Her thick national health glasses hid her face and often she had wished to look fashionable like other women.
1970s London was giving way to glam rock fashions and mini skirts and bead's. But for Elenor it was dowdy cheap dresses her husband begrudged her buying.
She lived at her childhood home in Bethnal Green with her mother Mabel Butterworth her older brother Simon and her husband Alfred.
Her life had always been torment and humiliation due to her plain looks and shyness and often seen as just a bore because of her love of books.
She worked part time at the Warburg Institute Library. The Library had a carefully guarded section with ancient books on black magic texts with long forgotten languages. Only certain scholars were ever permitted to enter and study these books and it was rare that they ever left the confines of the library.

At home Eleanor helped her mother prepare the evening meal in the modest kitchen. The front room doubled up as a sitting room and dinning room.
Her mother a short old lady in a bright auburn wig and floral apron always talked about how lucky Elenor was to have husband like Alfred all Eleanor could do was agree as any kind of disagreement resulted in her being berated for letting the side down and her head being filled by fanciful notions she read in books.
Eleanor's brother Simon worked in maintenance down at the local bus depot and husband often boasted about his important job at British Rail.
As they both returned home Eleanor was as usual ignored until she served food and they began to complain making endless fun of her inability to cook a decent meal.
Eleanor's mother often treated her like she was still a little girl always referring to her as my little Eleanor. She hated it as it came with snide cruel comments from Simon and Alfred.

As they sat around the table talking Simon was in a hurry to get back to the Bus depot a darts match was being held that night in the canteen. Alcohol would be served and he began to talk crudely about the clippies and how most of them would be there that night.
That was enough to convince Alfred to go along and play. He insisted that mum and Elenor went as well.
Elenor did not have much say in it as the conversation went on she drifted into her own world. She imagined her family dying painful deaths one by one at her hands. She fantasised about poisoning them watching them vomit blood screaming in agony as she went around each one with hammer smashing various parts of their bodies to a bloody pulp.
These fantasies were becoming a frequent occurrence and Elenor found herself being sexually aroused by these thoughts and they often came with a quiet release.
Her mother noticed the strange way she drift away a cruel smile forming at her lip's. This often prompted her to say “my little Eleanor always the daydreamer” this was always met with cruel remarks from Alfred.
For Eleanor this only made the fantasy grow more intense she imagined splitting his bald head open with an axe maybe that would take the smirk of his face. She wondered just how much he would scream when she let the axe crack his skull in half.

At the miserable canteen at the bus depot the festivities were in full swing Simon drinking with his best friend John Harper a bus driver who lived next door to them.
He was a nice man but with a filthy mind he only ever chased after the young girls who worked at the depot and spoke frankly about his conquests. He was always nice to Eleanor even trying his best to stand up for her.
Eleanor sat watching her brother and John playing darts but then her eyes were greeted by the sight of her husband chatting away to a young blond girl in a short pink dress at the bar.
They were laughing and leaning in to close to one another Alfred spending his money on vodkas for her. John noticed as well he could see the sadness in Eleanor's eye's.
He nudged Simon “Simon you seen Alf and that girl?” Simon just looked over unbothered “well do you blame him my sister is not exactly someone exciting to talk to or look at!”
John looked over to see Eleanor just staring over at them he nudged Simon again
“Do you reckon Alfs told that girl he's married to Eleanor ?” Simon just glanced over “he must of done look she's laughing”
Mother noticed Alfs behaviour as well she leaned in to Simon “I don't know how he can make a fool of himself with that girl” my little Elenor would never wear a dress like that! Simon simply laughed “your little Elenor would never fit her fat body in a dress like that”
Elenor heard that remark and she began imagining what it would be like to gouge Simons eyes out with the darks he had been throwing.
When Alfred finally came over to the table Eleanor was ready for him she wanted a fight she glared at him “manage to tear yourself away “ he laughed at her infuriating her further “she happens to be a very nice attractive girl who finds my conversation rather stimulating!” Eleanor stood up to face him “you have been spending our money on her buying her vodkas so what about me ?” Alfred was unmoved “well they don't happen to serve coco here so sit down and be quiet”
Elenor wanted to punch him but what good would it do and it would not satisfy her fantasy of smashing his skull open.
She grabbed her coat “Im leaving” Alf just smiled “don't worry I won't wake you when I come home” Eleanor watched as he went back to the girl whilst Simon laughed.
As she left the building John ran after her he stopped her “look don't take it to hear love he's just making a fool of himself young girl like that just wants the free drink's” Eleanor nodded “Im used to it John he thinks he's to good for me maybe its time I thought about divorce!” John nodded “or maybe theres a better way “
Those words helped build more dark fantasies in her mind.
The walk home in the cold North London air helped fuel the dark thoughts burning him alive cutting his throat or even beating him to death it did not matter as long as he screamed and suffered it did not matter.

The early hours of the morning came and from the bedroom she heard Simon and Alfred returning drunk. As she went downstairs she thought about shouting at him but upon opening the sitting room door she found both men passed out. She noticed on the table Simon had left a half bottle of brandy on the table. She began thinking about pouring it on them and lighting a match.
How long would it take for them to burn ? What does it look like when the flesh melts ? How bad would the smell be ? All good question's and all making her feel alive and aroused.
Her mother came downstairs and laughed at the scene “well you know what men are like” Elenor began to imagine stabbing her to death her mind filled with words like “I want you to die slowly you stupid old bag!”
Upstairs in bed Eleanor's thoughts of murder grew more intense it was the only sexual release she had.

By morning everyone sat for breakfast. Eleanor was dressed for another day at the library. No morning kiss no nice words just the usual mocking and remarks about how hideous she looked. Simon made the joke she would better off working at the chamber of horror at Madame Tassudes. She smiled because the horror was just what she had in mind.
Her morning at the library was quiet and she was given the rare opportunity to work around the section that housed the ancient texts black magic and rituals. As she wandered the dusty old shelves her mind began to wander back to the macabre thoughts of blood and pain raced through her mind making her smile. Images of cutting her husband’s heart out repeated over and over again in her mind.
Soon a mans voice came “Perhaps if you are that unhappy you should do it my dear” as she turned a tall man dressed in a well tailored black suit was browsing through the books. She noticed how the air around her had gone stone cold. The man had long jet black hair tied back into a ponytail and her wore dark sunglasses. He was a very hansom man so there was no way he could have been speaking to her.
His voice came again “I think you should do it you have a vivid interesting mind be a shame not to make use of it!”
She now looked worried he walked closer to her and held out his hand “I can help you Eleanor” she backed away scared and left him standing there. She went straight to the staff room grabbing her bag and coat telling her boss she felt unwell and she left the building and walked to the nearest bus stop.
She felt her heart thundering in her chest who was that man how did he know her name and how did he know what she was thinking ?
As she stood in the bus shelter watching cars pass by in the rain he mind went back to thoughts of killing her family. Every thought grew more graphic and a warn sensation ran through her body keeping out the cold.
A sleek black Bentley suddenly stopped at the shelter a young man got out the drivers side he opened up the door at the back of the car and gestured to her “Mrs Rudge Mr Sutherland would very much like your company “ Eleanor looked inside it was the man from the library. He lowered his dark glasses “Eleanor stop staring and get in we have much to discuss!” He offered out his black leather gloved hand and something inside her made her take the chance.