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I’ve never eaten dead skunk, but I’m positive this is what it tastes like.
He sucks you in, body and soul, with no chance of escape while he destroys every last bit of you.
Abusers don’t only manipulate their victims, but they get off on making other’s believe that they’re upstanding people. They trick them into thinking that they would never hurt a fly, so when accusations come to the surface, they’re considered outrageous.
He finishes pouring himself a glass of milk—only psychos drink milk—and turns to me.
I’m sorry for being raped, Ryan. I’m sorry I was beaten half to death while my mother watched and didn’t do a damn thing to save me. I’m sorry I watched my mother being raped in return. I’m sorry that an evil man is attached to me and will do anything to hurt me. And I’m sorry you’re just like him.

