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Relationship Violence Story From Dylan

by Dylan
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When I was 16 I moved into a flat hours away from my hometown. I got a job and became really close with my manager. One day he told me he needed a place to stay because him and his roommate kept arguing. I said he could stay at mine. That's when it all started. He began constantly insulting me. Telling me I was fat and ugly at every oppurtunity he had. Then he started starving me. He would put padlocks on the cupboards, and watch the fridge constantly. If I answered back or was rude to him, he would threaten to kill me. He would Say it was for the best because I needed to lose weight. (I still ate when I wasn't at home, but I started believing what he was telling me.) After a while I stood up to him, and he became really violent. He would literally follow me around the house kicking me and shoving me into walls and doors. He was only a few years older than me, but I was so scared because he was so much bigger and stronger than me. He would drag me around by my hair at least 3 times a night and he'd make me take my top off and stand against a wall for hours. If I spoke or made practically any noise he would cut marks into my back with a kitchen knife. It was literally Hell. A few days later he began locking me in his wardrobe, by wrapping a belt around the handles. I was forced to sleep in there for most nights, with nothing but a ripped blanket. Whenever he let me out, the first thing he would do was hit me. He woul hit me with literally anything- books, belts, shoes, beer bottles. He then started inviting 5 of his mates round every thursday. I would have to sit naked on the floor in front of them, while they took it in turns to 'Touch' me or hurt me. The one who made me cry won the game. This was the night I dreaded the most every week. The men who were in their late 20s would punch me, strangle me, burn me and hold my head under water for as long as possible. I put up with all of this until I was 18, when my mate noticed I had cuts and bruises all over my body. I told her everything.





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