My PTSD Transformed Into A Romantic Salvation

Synopsis

I was abducted for three years. By the time my husband, James Carter, found me and brought me home, his childhood sweetheart, Rachel Summers, had already been sticking close to him for two and a half years. While my husband was away, Rachel doused my head with red wine and ordered me to crawl over the shards of broken wine glass on the floor. "Don't you love playing the victim?" she sneered. "Crawl over, and I might let you stay as a maid." I nodded submissively and crawled over the glass with my hands and knees. In an instant, my skin tore open, blood and flesh mingled together. Just then, James walked in. His face went deathly pale as he dragged me up, roaring, "Are you insane? If you ever hurt yourself like this again, I'll sew your legs together myself!" In submission, that very night I found a needle and threads with which I densely stitched my legs together. James completely lost it. With trembling hands he snipped the threads apart, while staring at me like I was some kind of monster. As time went by, when Rachel was diagnosed with kidney failure, James wanted me to get tested as a donor match. I obediently picked up a fruit knife to stab it deep into my waist. James screamed, covering my blood-squirting waist with his hands. "You're crazy! Call an ambulance, call an ambulance, now!!" Dizzy from blood loss, I blinked slowly. James had no idea. None of this was really about him. Because in those three years of captivity, the traffickers had already taught me how to obey the rules, with an electric baton.