You hurt. He beats the hell out of you every day and you take it silently. Handprints and bruises cover your face and the rest of your body is littered with cuts.

He curses you out. Making you feel worthless, making you sob to yourself when he’s not around. He calls you weak, insignificant, anything to hurt you. He laughs.

You have no freedom. Not allowed to talk to anyone, not allowed to go outside, no air. Your old life disappeared the day the two of you ran away. Pledging the love that was never there.

You should leave. You noticed the signs from the beginning. When he yelled at you the first time, you thought about leaving but you didn’t. Why? Because he apologised and said he loved you and that he would never do it again. But he did. And now you’re stuck, with this monstrosity that you call your husband. He hates you. He gets off torturing you. Sadistic monster.

What if he knew you were pregnant?