Back to the Moment Before My Sadistic Boyfriend Imprisoned Me
Language: en
My boyfriend had a grotesque obsession—he was a devotee. The more broken or incomplete a person was, the deeper his love became. Before we dated, I had no idea he harbored this horrifying fetish. Not until he locked me in his home, sawed off one of my arms and a leg, and held a photo up to my mutilated body to compare. “Emily, I love you so much,” he said, his voice soft as he gently touched my face. His smile was that of a lunatic—a monster hiding behind a mask of charm. That’s when I looked at the photo and realized who it was. My twin sister. Her name was Emily. 1 The next time I opened…