by Alex756
Some women actually live in hell every day. The truth of your story I found to be the privacy of the bathroom. My abuse isn't physical, every bit of it is emotional but those are scars that never heal. Well written.
Two despicable people in a despicable relationship. I can't tell whether this is supposed to be erotic masochism or just sexual anger and rage.
A well written exposition of the degradation that can be inflicted in the name of love.
I hope that she throws a few rocks at him but my sad expectation is that she would remain his until he kills her.
I wish I didn't recognise so many people from this story.