.
“Please, who’s there? Logan is that you?”
"No you stupid bitch. It’s your husband. Remember me? Did you miss me?”
I freeze as fear spreads like wildfire through my whole body. My heart is beating a million miles per hour through my chest.
How did he find me? I need to move. I need to get out of here. I can’t move. I am frozen, like a dead bird stuck solid in the ice.
"Why are you here? How did you get to Spain?"
I’m dead. He’s going to kill me.
"Now, Dana, you must be dreaming. We are not in Spain and never will be. You are never leaving this room ever again.”
“But I thought...”
“You thought what? You would live happily ever fucking after with your bit on the fucking side?” He spat at me.
“What?”
Where is Logan and the girls? Where are his parents? Fear and panic force me to sink further and further into the disgusting old mattress. I can’t move my arms much at all.
I am tied to the fucking headboard with some kind of rope. I hope my family are OK. What if he’s hurt them? What if he’s killed them? My body begins to shake uncontrollably while my thoughts drive me crazy. All sorts of scenarios fly through my head, and my mouth becomes dry as I try to think, to talk, to say something through the fear clouding my brain.
"You belong to me. You are mine and no one else will ever have you. All fucking mine. My wife until death do us part. Do you understand that?”
I understand. I understand that he is a complete and utter nut job.
“Yes,” I try to speak.
“What?”
I nodded, "Yes, I understand.”
His ice-cold voice, his dark silhouette is directly in front of me, right in front of my face. The stench of his breath makes my stomach do somersaults, making me feel sick.
“What? Again,” he spits out at me.
“Yes, husband, I understand.”
“That's right, my wife. So why are you fucking around with that sorry excuse for a man?”
“I’m sorry. I don't know.”
He completely sees right through me. I don’t know what to say to him.
“Stay down,” he commands.
I do as I am told and try not to move.
“You fucking belong to me. You are all mine! You want to act like a slut, I will treat you like one.”
With that, he grips my mouth with such force I think my jaw is going to break. I feel and taste his stinking breath as he bites into my lower lip.
I want to scream but nothing comes out and I know it will only make him worse. My scream doesn’t leave my lips; it’s restricted to my throat.
“Where are you Logan? Please help me. Please, someone help me.” It comes out of my mouth as a whisper. The tears flood my eyes. I can only beg him inside my head.
I feel the rough, cold force of something between my legs pushing up into me.
“Please stop. No, don't do this.”
The more I plead with him to stop, the harder he forces the cold object into me. The pain is excruciating. I scream out in terror.
“Please, please I’m begging you. Please stop.”
“Dana. Dana, look at me. Babe, you’re having a flashback. Dana, please look at me. Wake up.” Logan’s voice floods my ears as my eyes flutter open.
“Logan. Oh Logan, thank fuck you’re here. I knew you wouldn’t leave me.
“You’re having a flashback, babe, a bad dream. You’re safe with me. I promise you’re safe. Nobody is ever going to hurt you.”
I was completely disoriented. It takes me a few minutes to realise where I am. Looking up into beautiful, sea blue, kind, warm eyes, I feel so grateful to be looking into them as his big strong arms envelope me.
“I thought at the time when Ian and I were together, that Ian loved me. I thought that we loved each other, but in reality he was nothing more than a monster, eaten up and twisted by his own hatred of everyone and everything that crossed his path. It was a hard lesson for me to learn. I hope that he never finds us.”
I drift in and out of consciousness, trying so hard not to fall back into my nightmare that had been my life. The only
“Please, who’s there? Logan is that you?”
"No you stupid bitch. It’s your husband. Remember me? Did you miss me?”
I freeze as fear spreads like wildfire through my whole body. My heart is beating a million miles per hour through my chest.
How did he find me? I need to move. I need to get out of here. I can’t move. I am frozen, like a dead bird stuck solid in the ice.
"Why are you here? How did you get to Spain?"
I’m dead. He’s going to kill me.
"Now, Dana, you must be dreaming. We are not in Spain and never will be. You are never leaving this room ever again.”
“But I thought...”
“You thought what? You would live happily ever fucking after with your bit on the fucking side?” He spat at me.
“What?”
Where is Logan and the girls? Where are his parents? Fear and panic force me to sink further and further into the disgusting old mattress. I can’t move my arms much at all.
I am tied to the fucking headboard with some kind of rope. I hope my family are OK. What if he’s hurt them? What if he’s killed them? My body begins to shake uncontrollably while my thoughts drive me crazy. All sorts of scenarios fly through my head, and my mouth becomes dry as I try to think, to talk, to say something through the fear clouding my brain.
"You belong to me. You are mine and no one else will ever have you. All fucking mine. My wife until death do us part. Do you understand that?”
I understand. I understand that he is a complete and utter nut job.
“Yes,” I try to speak.
“What?”
I nodded, "Yes, I understand.”
His ice-cold voice, his dark silhouette is directly in front of me, right in front of my face. The stench of his breath makes my stomach do somersaults, making me feel sick.
“What? Again,” he spits out at me.
“Yes, husband, I understand.”
“That's right, my wife. So why are you fucking around with that sorry excuse for a man?”
“I’m sorry. I don't know.”
He completely sees right through me. I don’t know what to say to him.
“Stay down,” he commands.
I do as I am told and try not to move.
“You fucking belong to me. You are all mine! You want to act like a slut, I will treat you like one.”
With that, he grips my mouth with such force I think my jaw is going to break. I feel and taste his stinking breath as he bites into my lower lip.
I want to scream but nothing comes out and I know it will only make him worse. My scream doesn’t leave my lips; it’s restricted to my throat.
“Where are you Logan? Please help me. Please, someone help me.” It comes out of my mouth as a whisper. The tears flood my eyes. I can only beg him inside my head.
I feel the rough, cold force of something between my legs pushing up into me.
“Please stop. No, don't do this.”
The more I plead with him to stop, the harder he forces the cold object into me. The pain is excruciating. I scream out in terror.
“Please, please I’m begging you. Please stop.”
“Dana. Dana, look at me. Babe, you’re having a flashback. Dana, please look at me. Wake up.” Logan’s voice floods my ears as my eyes flutter open.
“Logan. Oh Logan, thank fuck you’re here. I knew you wouldn’t leave me.
“You’re having a flashback, babe, a bad dream. You’re safe with me. I promise you’re safe. Nobody is ever going to hurt you.”
I was completely disoriented. It takes me a few minutes to realise where I am. Looking up into beautiful, sea blue, kind, warm eyes, I feel so grateful to be looking into them as his big strong arms envelope me.
“I thought at the time when Ian and I were together, that Ian loved me. I thought that we loved each other, but in reality he was nothing more than a monster, eaten up and twisted by his own hatred of everyone and everything that crossed his path. It was a hard lesson for me to learn. I hope that he never finds us.”
I drift in and out of consciousness, trying so hard not to fall back into my nightmare that had been my life. The only
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