Girl On The Run

3

"Where is my mind"

I regret not using the restroom before bed. But Antonio had completely worn me out. I couldn't walk after he spanked me. Let alone sit on a toilet seat.

"Tesoro, how would you feel if that happened to you?" He asked enthusiastically.

"I know I saw red," He added. "now you are going to see red." He said sternly.

"A-anto-" I was unable to finish my sentence as my head was dunked into the toilet bowl water.

A muffled cry erupted from my mouth as my head was forced under the nasty toilet bowl water filled with not only germs but the blood and tears falling down my face like Niagra falls.

I struggled to breathe and started to wiggle and squirm under Antonio's grip. 

The toilet bowl was forcefully invading my mouth yelling at me, "You chose this life." "You married this man." "You screwed over your own flesh and blood for him."

The whispers in my ears were overlapping each other, yelling at me. Reminding me every second with each suffocating breath that I chose this. What was happening to me right now was all my fault.

But truthfully I did not. I ignored the red flags, especially since Antonio started getting physical with me after our marriage.

Before it was just mental abuse.

I was left from my thoughts when Antonio pushed me further down into the toilet.

How did I end up here? One minute I was on the toilet, next minute I'm in the toilet.

I was not expecting this.

All I did was leave the bed earlier than him. It was not a crime nor a felony. But I couldn't explain that to Antonio.

When he was this upset there was no reasoning with him.

The toilet bowl water infiltrated my mouth and lungs leaving the feeling of being a cheap and dirty woman for staying with a man like Antonio, lingering into every gargle I made struggling to accommodate to my situation.

I did not even get a chance to breathe before my head was dunked even further into the toilet bowl. My dignity and peace being stripped drastically off of me allowing me to feel nothing other than dread.

I felt like my eyes were going to finally give out due to the exhaustion and lack of oxygen when Antonio pulled my head from under the water.

I gasped greedily for thick breaths of fresh air as Antonio still held a vice grip on my hair. I continued to hyperventilate as the toilet bowl dripped from my face.

I attempted to spit out the toilet bowl water that slipped into my mouth but Antonio shook his head.

"Drink all of it." He said firmly.