The mixture of salt, sugar, and pepper was all over my face.
My eyes stung, so I got up, wanting to go to the bathroom to clean up.
Randall slammed the table in anger and said, "Did I say you could go?"
I trembled and had no choice but to sit down obediently.
If I provoked him, the consequences would be unbearable for me.
I had been slapped by him until my eardrums were perforated, choked by him almost to suffocation, and continuously pushed by him to hit the wall until my head was bleeding...
During this one year of marriage, I had been suffering.
Actually, I asked for a divorce the first time he hit me, and I even called the police.
But the police said it was a family dispute and asked us to handle it ourselves. And my family persuaded me, "You've just got married. There's no reason to get divorced so soon. You should consider our reputation, too."
Randall knelt down and begged for mercy, saying he did what he did because he cared too much about me.
I forgave him out of soft-heartedness, but after I went home with him, he beat me again.
He punched me non-stop, saying, "Do you dare to get a divorce again? You dare to call the police! I'll teach you a lesson today!"