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Beta Maximus bellowed. That was the day my fate of abuse, slavery, and starvation began. I went from a respected, happy little girl, to one that wished with each beating and skipped meal death would come, and take me out of my misery. I was everyone's punching bag for their anger. If I wasn’t a werewolf, I never would have survived all the abuse I was given. That day my room was moved to a shoe closet with only a blanket and a dress made from a sack. The only place I was able to bathe was a small creek that ran outside the territory and still there I was not free from abuse and torment.

652 word(s) Published Part 2. Synopsis My name is Jasamina Rutherford and I was once married to the most abusive man ever. Ludale McCully is what you can call a psychopath or a sick bastard. One day, he beat me within an inch of my life and I knew I had to run away. Because it isn't just me anymore. I have my three-month-old baby to think of. I ran into the streets without any money or any means. Going home wasn't an option because I know my parents would take me right back to him.

I said pouting. "I'll buy you a new one but I'm keeping this one cuz I like it on you," he said making me groan. "Fine," I grumbled and went to my drawer to pick another underwear. I put it on and opened the door to the balcony from my room. I just stood there with my eyes closed enjoying the breeze on my face. I thought about everything that had happened and I was really happy to where it led me to. From living with an abused father, almost getting raped, getting bullied in school to living an almost wonderful life with the man who killed my father. If someone had told me I'd fall in love with Theodore Black a year ago I would've laughed.

Some may be shy about it but I'm not, well towards him. " What's your story?" I turn to him. " Aren't you in a hurry?" He gives me a questioning look. " I've still got a bit of time." I say and he nods. At first he looks ahead as if taking himself back in time, the far away look displaying on his face. " I grew up in an abusive home, had a single mom who was inlove with the wrong type of man. He manipulated her and brainwashed her until it was too late, I had been taken away from her and thrown into juvee."

Aracely spoke. FLASH BACK "I grew up in an abusive home" he might as well start from The beginning. " my parents weren't abusive" He immediately cleared up when he saw Aracely's wide eyes "my mom'a friends were, the woman would always pass mean comments at me and all that, and on several occasion she and her boyfriend hit me". Aracely didn't know how to react to that, as much as she wasn't sure she was interested in knowing about his life, no one deserved to go through abuse, but why was he telling her this, why include this detail — it wasn't everyday people confess they were abused or bartered even among family.

It happens so often around us that sometimes we don’t even realize how messed up it all is. I look over at the other woman on the couch next to Sunny. “What about her?” “Elle?” Ruby asks, just to be sure. I nod, remembering her name from last night. She’s the one who picked the lock. “She was abused by one of her teachers in high school. When she tried to report it, the principal turned it around and accused her. To shut her up, they gave her failing grades and kicked her out, claiming she didn’t deserve to stay at their school. Her parents didn’t believe her. Her friends didn’t believe her. No one believed her. For two years after that, she worked in some scummy bar, washing dishes. One nig

"Why don't you ever let me touch you while we're at it?" He stands up from the bed and starts walking. "I was abused when I was fourteen by an older woman and her husband. They made me their slave. I wasn't allowed to touch my dominants; I grew up that way. They raped and abused me for so many years. My father sold me to them; he wanted me to become strong." He stops talking and sits on the chair by the window. "I wonder if he ever knew what I was suffering for all the money he was receiving. Or maybe he never cared." His back is to me; I can't see his expression. "I'm sorry." I feel sad, and something squeezes in my heart thinking about what he had to suffer at such a young age.

Public speculation was one thing, but if Ain slandered Yaacob in front of Nancy, she would not be able to stay there anymore. "Although Yaacob and I used to date, we never had sex. I only got these injuries after I left him." "Then can you tell me how you got those injuries?" "I was abused more than once." "Who was the abuser?" "There were so many of them! I don't know their names, and I didn't even get to see their faces. I had no freedom because I was locked up in a basement with an area of less than 50 square feet. Men came in and abused me every day. My hands and feet were chained, so I couldn't fight back."

It started with one story. A submission from a young woman in Davao described years of abuse at the hands of a local official. It was raw, unflinching, and devastating. The Circle of Flame had debated for weeks whether to publish it. Ultimately, they decided to redact names, focusing on the truth rather than the target. But even anonymized, the story carried weight. Too much weight.

"You used to look so terrified... so scared. But how does that have to do with their father?" I swallowed hard, feeling the knot in my throat tighten. "All those four years after Caleb abducted me... he was…" I paused, biting my lip as the memories surged up like a tidal wave, threatening to drown me. "He was abusive, both verbally and otherwise." Dr. Collins’ face fell, and her hand gripped mine tighter, her fingers trembling slightly. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes told me enough she was listening, absorbing every word. "And when everything got to a breaking point, I started to fight back,"