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I paused to rock Jaimie softly when he stirred slightly. In seconds he went back to slumber. I continued, remembering vividly my mother's words.

"You will be saving your family from poverty, my mother had said as she pushed me to him. You might as well say my family sold me to him. Not a single day in my husband's house was bright for me. Every day is torture. Every day, I get a new scar. Every day is a nightmare."

I took shuddering breaths. The memories managed to sink their way in and together with them are tears I welcomed.

Speaking about it opened the old wounds I have somehow managed to put behind me.

I sniffed and continue. "I try escaping every single time and every single time he caught me, the punishment worse than each last. It was severe. He would lay new designs of scars by beating me. Then, he will force himself on me. His men will rape me too, and he will watch..."

That pain rose inside me as I remembered...repeatedly. I came close to dea