I move over to the very edge of the bed, as far away from him as I can get. But he cuddles up behind me and reaches around and takes my hand. It’s like he thinks we’re a couple. I lie still until he falls asleep, then I slip my hand out of his. He has ruined my life and my body. I’m filthy. My toilet is a trash can. I’m hungry and cold and chained up. And he wants to hold my hand.
