I stared at her in disbelief, trembling from the pain.Find Camcorders
“Please,” I whispered. “I’m pregnant. Think about the baby.”
Instead of showing mercy, she shoved a sock into my mouth to silence my screams.
I couldn’t even cry out anymore. All I could do was lie there, choking back my sobs as the pain burned through my body. My husband remained on top of me, helping his mother keep me from escaping.
In that moment, I understood something I had spent far too long refusing to believe.
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The man I had married wasn’t going to protect me. He was one of the people hurting me.Order Calendars
By the time they finally let me go, I could barely move. My back was a mess of torn skin and bleeding wounds. My clothes clung to my body, and every small movement sent another sharp wave of pain through me.
