LOGINI lived a rich life, missing absolutely nothing but independence and the feeling of living my own life. Since I remember my father and my brother owned me. I have been raised with the burden of sacrifice, when the time comes, like my father says. And my time came. An arranged marriage, of which I wished not to become my end. #Disclaimer The photos used are not mine but they will show you the essence of each chapter. #Strong language used and mature content present. #Read at your own discretion and responsibility. #16 and above only. Thank you all for giving time to Becca's story.
View More(Lucas)I knew she would ask again. The divorce that is. This was the second time she asked. First time I took my whole wrath of anger on her till she fainted in my arms. And when she did I caressed her for tenth of minutes in a row, tasting her skin and filling my lungs with her smell to last with me till the next time she wouldn't be conscious and I could refill. That night was my torture, my travel to hell and back.
(Becca)An awful bright light was piercing through my eyelids. If this was heaven, it was painful. And how could I have got in heaven? I killed. Myself. And my child.I tried to turn my face away from the burning light but couldn't get rid of it. I lifted my hands to cover my face hoping to open my eyes and see where I was. But I feel something h
(Becca)With my eyes closed I take a deep breath, the morning sun warming up my face through the bedroom's window. I never wake up early and I never open the curtains. I am usually lingering in bed till late morning, partly hoping that if I stay still I will stop breathing and it will all be over, partly because of the soreness between my thighs. Every night is a rape, worse than yesterday and less than tomorrow.





