The pain is the worst she has ever experienced. He could have beat her with his fists, whipped her with razor wire, and then set her on fire and she still wouldn’t hurt this much. His weapon of choice – words. And not just any words. He took her words. Words that were intended to be caring and supportive. He spit them back in her face with so much venom she actually heard her heart break. She sat there in shocked silence while the man she loves hurt her more than she ever suspected he could.
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
What did she do to deserve this?
All she could do when the assault was finally over was to cry out and sever the link. She retreated into herself and licked her wounds as best she could. Even after all this time, she can still feel each sting, each cut. Feeling that unbearable pain and she starts crying all over again.