Prologue

Disclaimer: This book deals with mature content, eg: drug addiction, rape scenes. While the author has taken great lengths to ensure the subject matter is dealt with compassionately and respectfully it may be troubling for some readers. Discretion is advised.

Ivanna

      It’s the 10th day of my marriage. And the 10th time he showed his so-called rights on me. He says he loves me, he can do anything for me. In return, he wants me every day, or I can say every night. Is it love? Is this how a man defines his love?

    He never asked me what I wanted, he never tried to find the pain behind my moans. He never realised how much hurt I was, he never noticed my tears which were not of pleasure.

     He thought I was enjoying his acts but I didn’t. I bleed every night, he didn’t care. I cried in pain, he didn’t care. I hissed when he treated me roughly, he didn’t ask me how I am feeling. 

     Is this the definition of his love?

     I struggle to get up from the bed. It is hurting like a hell, I cry out louder. But the man who claims to love me has already left after fulfilling his desires. Will I be able to spend my whole life with this monster?  Should I give up on my pain? I’m not born to be owned by anyone. However, no matter how much I try to escape from him, will I be able to save myself or destiny will play its game against me?