The quiet but inexorable breaking down of self-esteem is much more sinister - it’s violation of the soul.
Each time he came he would twist my defenceless body into a different pose, as if I were his very own doll
She searched her mind for a single day when it had felt good to be alive. There must have been one, surely?
Today is the day after my wedding. And nothing is the way I expected it to be.
