After five months, stalking, endless night terrors, an unknown number calling every night, surveillance cameras in every side of your apartment's room, and trying to be closer to you, he kidnapped you. Away from where you should belong, where family and friends were always beside you.
He fled with you to the United Kingdom, changed your identity and his own. He took you to a remote town, bought a house that was isolated inside the deep forest, where no one could hear your scream and your Agonizing cries. Where no one would be there to help you.
He forced you into a marriage, forced you to sign the marriage certificate without your consent. Was he even cared about consent?
He cut off all your ways of communication towards the outside world, not letting you contact anyone, not your parents nor your friends.
He always locked every window, every door whenever he went to work or going somewhere, he didn't let you go outside, even for a small step, like he was really scared he would lose you anytime. He didn't want you to escape his damned fantasy about you as a perfect wife for him. And him as a perfect husband of yours.
He made you depend on him, needs him on everything, like you couldn't do anything without him beside you to help. As he was the one who made you like that.