Posts Tagged ‘ psychiatrist ’

He’s trying to hog-tie me. My husband. I’ve fought like a champion scrapper, but he’s used his sheer length to pin me to the bed. He’s clasped my hands and feet together; and now, he’s trying to tie me up with something. I crane my neck around to see with what and break into...
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A few years later and I’m back. Back inside this shit-hole; my modern day Auschwitz. I have a two month old baby whom I would rather be looking after, but my husband has tyrannized me again. His mother (who has materialised from a distant country) and my psychiatrist are in on it too. They...
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