Chapter 26 Who Would Save Me?

• I don’t think I can bear all that, I left the party before I got the chance to eat properly. I’ve been so fucking busy all day, the whole drama at home was very exhausting, coupled with the physical and mental abuse from my husband. I’m so weary, I’m not sure I can bear any more torture or abuse, I may just pass out on the bed while he pounds into me. In sure he wouldn’t mind if I pass out under him, he would never stop until he is satisfied. So my best chance of survival is to find my way out of here before he gets ready to afflict more pain on me.
• I crawled away slowly. He is lying on the bed, and I know he can see me trying to get away, but I’m hoping that he is too drunk to come after me. I did this once, he had stepped out to get his whip to use on me, but I ran into the bathroom to save myself and he didn’t come after me. He stormed out of the house in anger, and he didn’t come back home for two days. I knew he was hanging out in his club, and I know he’s screwing the whores that work for him in his club, but I don’t give a damn about that, I don’t fucking care who he screws around with.
• Better them than me, right?