The Seven Husbands of Taylor Swift

12

TAYLOR SWIFT
Over the course of less than a month, I gained a shocking thirty pounds. To put this into perspective, a healthy rate of weight gain is generally no more than a couple per week. It was a rapid and distressing physical transformation that would irrevocably change my body forever.

Little did I know that the "nutritionist" Jake had in mind was a twisted form of torture. He forced me to consume enormous quantities of food until my stomach screamed in agony. And when I couldn't hold it down anymore, when my body rebelled against the grotesque excess and I vomited, he would beat me.

Alice's face was a mask of disbelief. "I thought you said you left him?"

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "I wanted to, but I was trapped. Terrorized."

"Of what?" Her voice was sharp, demanding answers.

"Of him. Of everything. He owned me, Alice. Body and soul. I was his prisoner in a gilded cage." My voice cracked as I tried to explain the suffocating weight of my captivity.

"But just leave! Have someone pick you up!" Her frustration was palpable.

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "You don't understand. He controlled everything. My money, my homes, even my identity. He isolated me. No car, no way out. I was a ghost, a shadow under his control. I was convinced he'd kill me or hurt my family if I tried to escape."

Alice was silent, her expression a mixture of shock and sorrow. "What do you mean, he owned everything?"

"My royalties, my assets, everything was in his name. I sold my life to be with him, thinking it was love. A foolish mistake that almost cost me everything." My voice trembled as I relived the horror of those days.

"So, how did you finally leave?" Her question was gentle, laced with concern.

I corrected her, my voice firm. "I didn't leave, Alice. I escaped."

It was March 5th, 2013. I'll never forget that day. I went to the bathroom and everything changed. There, in my underwear, was a small patch of red. My period. I couldn't believe it was happening.

My hands shook as I tried to process the reality of it. "No, no, no," I whispered to myself, hoping against hope that it was a mistake. But it wasn't. The crimson stain was undeniable proof. A cold dread washed over me. I could get pregnant.

Panic set in. I couldn't tell Jake. I simply couldn't. But I knew if I didn't, the consequences would be worse. He'd find out eventually, and his reaction would be terrifying. I scanned the bathroom, searching for any sign of menstrual products, but it was empty. Jake had calculated this, removing everything to ensure I'd be forced to tell him.

I don't know how long I sat there, crying and bleeding, feeling utterly lost and alone. The world seemed to shrink to the size of that small bathroom. The only sound was the echoing of my sobs.

Then I heard the familiar click of the door. Jake. My heart pounded in my chest. He stood there, looking at me with a mixture of annoyance and indifference. "What happened?" he asked, his voice dripping with impatience.

I couldn't speak, just sobbed harder. "I'm sorry for crying," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling. "I won't do it again."

He sighed, clearly irritated. "You're bleeding," he stated, his eyes following the trail of blood on the floor.

My voice was barely a whisper as I responded, "I got my period."

Instead of anger or disgust, his face lit up with a disturbing excitement. "That's great! You can have a baby now! Okay, first I'll go get some tampons for you and some ovulation tests."