My Fiancé Sold Me to a Monster
Language: en
The sound of his rhythmic, sickening breath is a ghost that refuses to leave my skin. I was buried under my duvet, shaking so violently the bedframe rattled, a prisoner to the nightmare of three nights ago. Sleep wasn’t an escape; it was a trap. So, I grabbed my phone, desperate for the mindless hum of social media to drown out the silence. The first thing on my feed was a video. It was Madison, my best friend. She was on camera, her face a mask of perfectly curated grief, tears tracking down her cheeks like rain on a windowpane. She was describing an assault. Every detail she uttered—the…