Years of torture. Fucking years. Each second felt like a lifetime. Every time the knife or fist connected to your weakened body you started to wish it was your last.

You weren’t aware enough to know when Keegan, your husband, had rescued you and taken you to a hospital.

When you woke up your body felt numb and it felt like the world was fading as the soft beep of a heart monitor filled your ears and you begged for the sweet relief of death.

“Love?” Keegan’s soft voice called to you.