It had already been 2 years, I don't even know why I was still bothering to put up with that mans abuse. Every time he came into my room, I struggled to breathe and the bile in my throat would become more intense. I didn't care that I was stuck here anymore, I was used to the pain and so were the other girls. I had to sleep with that man, I hated every second of it but I got used to the pain. I made my way down the steps of the house, barely able to keep my legs straight. My thoughts weren't even close to stabilizing, I was most scared of him killing my baby. I couldn't think about what he would do if he found out I was pregnant with his brothers baby. If only I had endured the torture a little longer and not been so stupid and try to escape.