Meeting a wolf who is my Saviour

I didn't care where I was headed. I just needed to get away from him, being beaten and made to watch my husband f**k his secretary. They were drunk when they came into my bedroom and woke me. I was slapped awake by her (Donna), his secretary of 7 years. I woke up with a startle, then was pulled from my bed by my hair. Donna dragged me while my husband, Damon Archer, only laughed as he came over and kicked me in my side whilst shouting all the hurtful names that I have now gotten used to. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up. I noticed a rope in his other hand. He then threw me onto the chair by the wall, then started to tie my hands behind the chair roughly while Donna walked over to the desk, took a glass and drank whatever was in it. As Damon was tying my arms and legs he was laughing, telling me how pathetic and useless I was. Tears were streaming down my face as he landed a blow across my cheek when he got up. I could feel a metallic taste forming in my mouth and I knew I was bleeding. The laughter continued as they started touching each other. I lowered my head, so I couldn't see what was happening. All I knew was that he had broken my heart time and time again. Each time it happened, he would send me flowers and jewelry of some sort as an apology. He would come home from the office with a take-out dinner for us, trying to make up or what he had done, but each time my love was fading for him. I could still hear them kissing the moans, then nothing. Next, my hair gets grabbed and my head jerks back. Damon is so close to my face, he's screaming at me, telling me to watch and not to look away. Before he let me go, he slapped me again, busting my lip. Donna walked to him and ran her hands over his chest before she started to unbutton his shirt. Tears were streaming uncontrollably down my face as I watched the scene unfold. I started to zone out, blanking the scenery in front of me. I remember when I first saw Damon. He was standing at the bar in a restaurant in town called Tony's. It was actually owned by Damon's family. I was on a blind date, and it wasn't going well. I noticed Damon kept staring at me throughout my meal. I would glance every so often and his eyes always found mine. He was so attractive, muscular and so well-built, he must have been 6ft 6 tall easily and he looked heavenly. Halfway through our meal, my date excused himself to go to the bathroom. I was left alone eating. I saw a shadow above me. When I looked up, he was standing there, Damon. He introduced himself and asked me for my number. He took it upon himself to sit in my dates chair. I smiled to myself, couldn't believe he was talking to me. After a few minutes had passed, we were interrupted my date had returned. Damon got up and went to turn away. He asked again for my number. My date just watched us but said nothing. When I didn't say anything, Damon just gave me a cheeky smile, then turned away and went back to the bar. My date sat back down, and we finished our meal in silence. When the waiter had brought our bill, he paid, then he got up and left. I realized then that I had to find my own way home. I called an uber and was waiting for it. I saw Damon coming out of the restaurant, he walked over and again asked for my number. After thinking about it, I decided to give it to him. Little did I know this was the beginning of my biggest nightmare. I was brought back to my senses when I heard loud moaning. At that moment, I saw my husband thrusting into his b***h. I cringed as she was screaming his name over and over. This carried on for what seemed like hours. Eventually they stopped, he rolled off of her, then they cuddled while talking like I wasn't there. Finally, they both fell asleep. I started to wiggle and pull at the rope, trying to free my hands. My wrists were burning whilst I continued to try and pull my hands apart. I decided to try and loosen my feet that were tied. I couldn't believe that my feet weren't tied that tightly, so I managed to get one foot out, which consequently loosened the rope around my wrists. I freed myself. I got up from the chair but I gasped when pain gripped me from my ribs. My head shot to the bed, praying that I didn't wake them. They never moved. I crept to my bedside drawer and took my phone and my bank cards, grabbed my clothes that were on the floor that I discarded before I went to bed. Picked up my trainers and gasped again as the pain shot up my side. I stood up and tried to breath through the pain I swiftly hurried to the bedroom door. I slowly turned the knob and crept out, closing the door behind me softly as to not make a noise. I hurried down the hallway and hurried down the stairs whilst holding my breath hoping it would take some of the pain away. I threw my clothes on and my trainers grabbed my keys and left. I stood there debating whether I should take my car. I knew I couldn't run as I was in pain, but I also knew Damon had a tracker on my car. I decided to take my car as I had decided I would get to a ATM machine and withdraw whatever I could, then ditch my car and get an uber to the bus station to somewhere I didn't care as long as I was away from him. I unlocked my car and started it. I put it into gear, then turned to take one last look at the house that I had called my home for 4 years. I drove out from the courtyard praying they were still asleep. My heart was pounding hard inside my chest. I couldn't relax until I knew I was far from here. I drove fast to the town. Luckily there was hardly any traffic seems it was the early hours of the morning. I knew that once Damon found out I was gone he would be so pissed he would have everyone looking for me. I drove to a cash point and got out. I took my bank cards, not using the bank card Damon gave me when we got married. I didn't want him to be alerted if I used it. I managed to withdraw £1000 pounds. I got back into my car and drove, timing roughly how long I would have before he knew I was gone. I drove for about 3 hours, always checking the radio in case anything about me came on the news. I came to a small town and noticed a few ubers parked outside a nightclub. I parked the car 1 block away and made sure I had my cash and phone. I locked the car and walked over to the nightclub. I opened the back door of one and asked him to take me to the local bus station. As the driver was concentrating on the road, I took out the sim card from my phone and threw it out the window. I didn't want anyone contacting me. I knew I would have to get a new one once I got to where I am going. The drive was silent most of the way. I didn't really want to get into a conversation. The less I said the better. So I leant back and pretended to fall asleep. I felt the car slow down and I opened my eyes. I noticed we were at the bus station. I paid the man, and whilst he was checking the amount given, I pushed my car keys down the side of the seat. I told him thanks then got out.