Octavia4856
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Every morning I used to wake up and wonder, "Will today be the day he kills me?"
The littlest things would set him off. I either wore the wrong outfit, cooked the wrong meal, talked to the wrong people, rolled my eyes without even realizing I was doing so, or had a "tone" in my voice. Every single day I gave him a reason to suck the life out of me even more. Many times when he 'lost' it on me, I feared for my life. He would choke me so tight that I would pass out. When I woke up, I still felt like I couldn't breath. My throat would feel so tight.
When he was choking me he would bash my head against something, or hold a knife to my throat. Some days he would even rape me in every and all orifice he wanted to.
The hardest part to all of this, is no one knew and I couldn't tell a soul.
You see, he was on the run from the police (the FBI specifically) and he was hiding out in my home. I was the only one who knew he was there. He had threatened me many times that if I were to ever "rat" him out, that he would know for sure it was me, and when he got out of jail he would KILL me.
I was beaten and tortured EVERY DAY. I was trapped.
This went on for a very long time... until I met my savior.
Little did I know, the FBI had been watching me for months. They had a pretty good idea that this guy had taken over my home and my life. They secretly spoke to my neighbors who all of my neighbors told them I was always covered in bruises and I kept to myself.
One day my 'savior' approached me as I was leaving the grocery store. He told me that he is an FBI agent and has been watching me for a long time. He told me he knew I had a wanted felon hiding out it my home. He told me he spoke to my neighbors and they said that they think I have a boyfriend staying with me who beats me and that they fear for my life. At first I tried to deny all of this out of fear. I knew if I said yes, that one day he would come back and KILL me like he had promised.
Finally, I blurted it all out to the agent. I told him that now I am dead. He will know it was me and he will come after me. The agent assured me that he would get at least 10 years in jail.
The agent told me he didn't want me home when they raided my house because it could turn into a hostage situation. He said that I needed to find an excuse to go to the store later on that evening.
So I did.
When I went back home after the raid. Half my neighbors came out of their homes to tell me all about how there were SWAT teams surrounding the whole area, with their guns out, running up to my house. They said how crazy it was, and they had only ever seen anything like it on T.V. I felt embarrassed but when I went into my house and he wasn't there, I burst into tears because I had never been so happy and relieved in my whole life.
The next day I went into a power-cleaning, redecorating mode, and that last a few months. I couldn't stop myself. I was nonstop scrubbing every inch of my house, and throwing out tons of stuff I didn't want anymore.
I was finally free.
The littlest things would set him off. I either wore the wrong outfit, cooked the wrong meal, talked to the wrong people, rolled my eyes without even realizing I was doing so, or had a "tone" in my voice. Every single day I gave him a reason to suck the life out of me even more. Many times when he 'lost' it on me, I feared for my life. He would choke me so tight that I would pass out. When I woke up, I still felt like I couldn't breath. My throat would feel so tight.
When he was choking me he would bash my head against something, or hold a knife to my throat. Some days he would even rape me in every and all orifice he wanted to.
The hardest part to all of this, is no one knew and I couldn't tell a soul.
You see, he was on the run from the police (the FBI specifically) and he was hiding out in my home. I was the only one who knew he was there. He had threatened me many times that if I were to ever "rat" him out, that he would know for sure it was me, and when he got out of jail he would KILL me.
I was beaten and tortured EVERY DAY. I was trapped.
This went on for a very long time... until I met my savior.
Little did I know, the FBI had been watching me for months. They had a pretty good idea that this guy had taken over my home and my life. They secretly spoke to my neighbors who all of my neighbors told them I was always covered in bruises and I kept to myself.
One day my 'savior' approached me as I was leaving the grocery store. He told me that he is an FBI agent and has been watching me for a long time. He told me he knew I had a wanted felon hiding out it my home. He told me he spoke to my neighbors and they said that they think I have a boyfriend staying with me who beats me and that they fear for my life. At first I tried to deny all of this out of fear. I knew if I said yes, that one day he would come back and KILL me like he had promised.
Finally, I blurted it all out to the agent. I told him that now I am dead. He will know it was me and he will come after me. The agent assured me that he would get at least 10 years in jail.
The agent told me he didn't want me home when they raided my house because it could turn into a hostage situation. He said that I needed to find an excuse to go to the store later on that evening.
So I did.
When I went back home after the raid. Half my neighbors came out of their homes to tell me all about how there were SWAT teams surrounding the whole area, with their guns out, running up to my house. They said how crazy it was, and they had only ever seen anything like it on T.V. I felt embarrassed but when I went into my house and he wasn't there, I burst into tears because I had never been so happy and relieved in my whole life.
The next day I went into a power-cleaning, redecorating mode, and that last a few months. I couldn't stop myself. I was nonstop scrubbing every inch of my house, and throwing out tons of stuff I didn't want anymore.
I was finally free.
