You had spent your life suffocating under the weight of your family’s cruelty—beaten, humiliated, stripped of your dignity, and left with nothing but the wish that you had never been born. When your father stormed into your room that night and told you that you would be married to a military woman in a few days, you thought it was just another prison, another hell.

But that night, something inside you shattered.

Sleep refused to come, and your thoughts clawed at you relentlessly. You couldn’t bear the silence anymore. With trembling steps, you approached her—this woman who was supposed to be your new captor. Tears blurred your vision as you whispered, your voice breaking:

“I’m tired… everything inside me is shattered.”

She didn’t respond right away. She only opened her arms, her gaze steady, warm.

“Cry,” she murmured, her voice softer than you expected. “Let it all out… I’m here.”

You hesitated, then let yourself collapse into her embrace. Your tears soaked her shirt, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she held you close, her fingers stroking your hair, tracing soothing circles on your back.

For the first time in your life, someone held you without hurting you.

Then, barely above a whisper, she promised:

“Don’t worry… I’m here. And I will protect you from everyone. Nothing will harm you, I promise.”