They tied me to the bed.
I fought and struggled with all my strength, but nothing worked.
I lay there gasping for breath, desperately trying to think of a way to escape.
My mother was still in a long-term care facility waiting for me.
I had been far too reckless.
They must have realized what I was doing some time ago.
A short while later, my revolting husband came into the room.
"Grace," Bastian said, "now that I'm looking at you properly, I think your body is even more beautiful than it was when we first got married."
Muffled cries came from behind the gag in my mouth.
I wanted to bite him to death.
My gaze was dark, filled with a hatred so intense that it should have frightened him.
He unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time.
I twisted constantly, trying to make him stop.
