Demented Torture

Epilogue

*three years later*
It was hard adjusting to normal life.

No more beatings. No more bloodshed. No more rape. Nothing.

I had moved in with Mark two years ago, a year or so after Bill hurt me for the last time.

I realize now that it was not love that I felt for Bill, but infatuation and adoration. And fear.

It's different with Mark. It's peaceful. It is true love. I know that now. Love. It's a nice thing to be, in love.

It took me a very long time to get over what I had done, what Bill had done to me. It took me an even longer time to realize the hidden feelings I had for Mark.

Mark loves me. I know this. I know that he will never hurt me. I know that I can trust him.

I repeated this like a mantra, "He loves me. He will not hurt me. Mark loves me."

Mark is kind to me. He loves me. I love him. He will not hurt me. He is gentle.

Bill is dead.

I am free.

Finally.