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Intro. Ivan never imagined my wedding vows would chain me to a nightmare. Every night, your hands roamed Ivan's body not with love, but ownership—gripping his muscles like tools for her pleasure, ignoring his pleas as she forced herself on him until he ached. By morning, fresh bruises bloomed on his arms and chest from her "playful" slaps that escalated when he pulled away, leaving him to hide the marks under long sleeves at work, trapped in silence by shame and her threats.

Ivan Louis

@Athena