My mom is an extreme marriage pusher.

Right after I graduated from college, she kept setting up various blind dates for me.

She said that marriage and having children were a woman's destiny. If I didn't get married, she would have to keep her head down when visiting relatives and wouldn't have the face to meet our ancestors after she died.

She also said that if I didn't get married within a year, she would cut off mother-daughter relations with me.

As she wished, I got married.

Two years later, for my mom's 50th birthday party, she had someone bring me back home.

She asked if I was happy in my marriage. I nodded my head obediently, but my eyes were blank.

It wasn't until she saw my body covered in bloodstains and scars, and learned that I was abused daily and that my husband let countless men come to my bed for money, that she went insane with regret.

She regretted it terribly.

*****

Two years after I married Danis Lynn, for my mom's 50th birthday, a grand banquet was held.

She had my uncle come to pick me up and bring me home.

"Mia, when you see your family later, don't say anything out of line, or I'll skin you alive. Do you understand?"

The threatening tone in Danis' words made it hard for me to breathe.

I didn't dare to look up and nodded in fear.

Danis slapped me hard, knocking me to the ground.

"I'm asking you a question! Are you mute or what?!"

I crawled on the ground, trembling, and said, "I understand."

Two years ago, when I first met Danis for a blind date, he was well-dressed, refined, and well-liked by my family.

But after marriage, Danis completely revealed his true nature.

He would rage over trivial matters and speak harshly to me.

He would physically assault me when he was unhappy with work.

He would suddenly smash a wine bottle over my head if the food wasn't to his taste.

He was moody, quick-tempered, like a ticking time bomb.

After being tortured by him for two years, I had completely lost my temper.

Now, I am like a tamed slave.

Submissive and obedient.

Half an hour later, my uncle arrived.

"Uncle... hello."

Upon seeing my uncle, I greeted him respectfully.

My uncle looked surprised. "It's been two years since we last met, and you've become much more sensible."

He then looked at Danis with appreciation. "Danis, it seems you've done well in teaching your wife."

Danis' lips curled into a smirk as he said proudly, "You flatter me."

On the way home, I answered my uncle's questions carefully.

Throughout the conversation, I was extremely nervous, afraid of saying something wrong.

For this visit back home, Danis had beaten me several times over the past few days.

The purpose was to warn me not to say anything out of line.

I had long been tamed by him, so I didn't dare to defy him in the slightest.

When we got home, I saw the whole yard filled with tables and seats, and heard the sound of laughter and joy.

Relatives were gathered together.

My mom, sitting in the main seat, elegantly chatted with friends and relatives.

The atmosphere was lively and harmonious.

Upon seeing me, my mom's expression changed. She walked over to me, frowning and complaining. "Mia, why have you lost so much weight? Are you picky about food again?"

Over the past two years, besides beating me, Danis also often made me go without food for days as punishment. I had become so thin that I was barely recognizable.

But I didn't dare to tell the truth.

"I... I'm on a diet."

I answered weakly.

My mom looked at me helplessly, then turned to Danis with a gentle tone. "Danis, my daughter has always been pampered and troublesome. I'm sorry for the trouble she's caused you these past two years."

Danis smiled faintly and politely said, "Not at all. You're being too kind. We're all family. It's my duty to take care of Mia. I like her no matter what she's like."

Hearing Danis' words, my mom nodded with satisfaction.

"Seeing that Danis takes such good care of you, I can rest easy. Look at you. You used to refuse to get married at all, but now you've been married for two years without coming home. Isn't your marriage life so sweet and happy that you don't want to come back to your old home?"

My mom joked with me.

I cautiously nodded. "Yes."

Besides agreeing obediently, I didn't dare to say another word.

"It's good that you've experienced the benefits of marriage. I am getting old and can't be with you forever. The reason I pushed you to marry was to ensure that when you're sick or tired, there's someone to stay with you and take care of you. Now that you've married a good person, I can finally rest assured."

My mom spoke earnestly, feeling emotional.

After hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

I wanted to cry.

But I dared not cry.

I could only endure the pain, bowing my head and saying, "Thank you, Mom."

My mom looked at me deeply and said with relief, "Mia, you become different after getting married. You are much more sensible and obedient now."

Other relatives also looked at me and nodded in praise. "Yes, I remember Mia used to be lively like a monkey, very troublesome."

"That's right. Look at Mia now, gentle and graceful, just like a virtuous wife."

"This is the benefit of marrying the right person. It must be that Danis treats Mia so well that she has changed so much!"

My uncle also couldn't help but take credit. "I was the one who arranged their marriage. At first glance, I thought Danis was a good match. Now it seems I wasn't wrong."

Everyone chimed in, praising Danis.

Danis smiled and accepted the praise one by one.

Meanwhile, I remained silent, only lowering my head further.

After the pleasantries, my mom pulled me to my seat.

When I sat down, my clothes accidentally knocked over a wine glass on the table.

With a loud "crash," the glass shattered instantly.

The sharp, jarring sound broke the last thread of tension in my heart.

Like a frightened bird, I quickly bowed down and instinctively pleading in fear.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to!"

My sudden act of bowing and begging left my mother and all the relatives staring in shock.

"Mia..."

My mother frowned slightly, unable to believe her eyes, and helped me up.

"Mia, it's good to be considerate, but this is a bit too much. It's just a broken cup. No one is going to blame you. Why did you have to bow?"

With my head lowered, I shakily got up, unable to speak for a long time.

Because when I was at home with Danis, whether it was washing dishes or cleaning, if I made even the slightest noise, he would beat me mercilessly.

Once, while he was asleep, I merely turned over in bed, and he complained that I had disturbed him.

Without a word, he dragged me out of bed and beat me until my nasal bone was fractured and blood covered the floor.

So later, even a slightly louder sound would trigger an extreme stress response in me, leaving me terrified.

Realizing I had just lost control, I felt even more scared and couldn't help but glance nervously at Danis beside me.

His expression was noticeably darker, but with so many people around, he could only force a calm demeanor. "Mia has just been away for too long, so she's a bit shy."

Hearing this, my uncle laughed and said, "That's because you spoiled Mia so much she doesn't even want to go home."

Everyone started teasing us again, and the atmosphere became lively once more.

Everyone moved past the earlier incident and began celebrating my mother's birthday.

I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and silently went along with the crowd.

After the meal and drinks, my mother took me aside with a mysterious smile and said, "Mia, come to my room. I have something for you."

I nodded and woodenly got up.

Meanwhile, Danis cast a threatening glance at me when no one was paying attention.

I knew he was warning me.

Trembling with fear, I lowered my head and followed my mother into the room.

Once inside, my mother closed the door and curiously asked, "So, how is married life treating you?"

I stared blankly, nodding obediently without saying a word.

My mother smiled with satisfaction and pulled out a beautifully wrapped dress from her wardrobe.

"This is a dress I specially bought for you. Try it on and see if it fits."

"Take off...take off my clothes?"

I looked troubled and stammered.

My mother glanced at me and said, "What's wrong? Are you embarrassed with your own mother? Why are you so resistant?"

Saying this, my mother naturally reached out to help me undress.

At the moment her hands grabbed my clothes,

countless nauseating images flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

I immediately resisted, crying out. "No, no!"

During the two years I was married to Danis, I not only endured domestic violence but also the torment of various unfamiliar men.

Danis developed a gambling addiction.

His gambling grew more severe, and he soon fell into heavy debt.

When a group of menacing debt collectors came to our door, Danis turned his gaze towards me.

Pointing at me as if he had found a lifeline, Danis said to the leader of the debt collectors, "I have no money. Do whatever you want with her; consider it payment for the debt!"

Seeing the greedy look in the man's eyes, I felt like I had fallen into an icy abyss.

I wanted to escape, but Danis slapped me down and locked me and the man in the room.

That day, I was tortured from morning till midnight.

My throat became hoarse, my face swollen from the beatings, and my body covered in bite marks and bruises.

I was just lying on the bed, all beaten up and bruised, and staring up at the ceiling with no tears left to cry.

At that moment, I felt like a filthy rag thrown into a sewer.

It was foul and disgusting.

Since then, Danis seemed to have found a way to make money, bringing home strange men every day.

I was repeatedly violated, and both my body and mind became extremely sensitive, especially to being touched or having my clothes removed.

Facing my mother's actions, I instinctively felt fear and cried out.

My mother didn't notice anything wrong and instead said with some annoyance, "You're my daughter. What's there to be shy about? Why are you so resistant?"

Saying this, she reached out towards me again.

But the more she did this, the more terrified I became, and I struggled violently, shouting, "No, no, don't touch me..."

Just a moment ago, I was calm and composed, but now I felt like I had lost my sanity, my hands flailing wildly in a struggle.

Thud!

Amid my violent struggle, the urine bag hanging from me suddenly fell to the ground.

My mother stared at the floor in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. "W-what is this? How could you have this thing hanging from you?"

I looked down at the urine bag that had fallen in front of me.

It lay quietly on the floor, but it shattered all my dignity into pieces.

The most unspeakable humiliation was laid bare in front of my mother.

A tremendous shockwave surged through my heart.

I couldn't accept it.

I couldn't accept such an ugly and dirty version of myself being shown to my mother.

A deep-rooted sense of shame overwhelmed me, leaving me on the brink of collapse.

The next moment, everything went black.

"Mia!"

Before I fainted, I heard my mother's worried cry.

My mother's breath was rapid, showing her deep concern.

"Mia, don't be afraid. I'm taking you to the hospital right away..."

Then came a flurry of rustling noises.

I felt disoriented, as if I had been asleep for a long time.

When I groggily opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by many people.

My mother, my uncle, and all the relatives who had gathered to celebrate my mother's birthday were there.

My mother was asking the doctor, "Doctor, what exactly is wrong with my daughter?"

The doctor in the ward replied with a stern face and serious demeanor, "After a thorough examination, we found that the patient has up to 380 wounds on her body, numerous fractures that have healed, and severe damage to her internal organs. Both her kidneys and liver are damaged, and she has severe urinary incontinence. These are the results of prolonged and inhumane torture."

At this point, the doctor's emotions were stirred up. "Who could have tortured her so mercilessly?"