He once broke my legs,
Imprison me in a dark room,
Beat me with a whip and say you love me,
Enter me and caress me,
He plots against me, I fight back against him,
After a lot of dealings, there is no victory or defeat.
But he has money, power, status, and bodyguards behind him.
He used these to imprison me,
I ran away again and again and was caught,
My punishment became even more severe,
His name is branded on the inside of his leg,
Locked in a room without windows, I could only wait for him to come back, and I could only have contact with him. As time went by, my mental dependence on him gradually increased.
He would often beat me until I was half dead, then enter me, and when I woke up, he would hold me and feed me porridge, peel me fruit, play music for me, and chat with me.
He uses his plan to win my heart,
He wants me to fall in love with him at all costs,
Love him as he loves me,
At first my heart fought hard,
He tortured my body and let the pain drag down my spirit,
Gradually, I got tired,
I don't want to fight him anymore.
I told him, let's be together. Don't you want my heart? I'll give it to you.
He said, no, you can't do it, but I will grab it myself,
He wanted me to marry him, and then he would no longer imprison me and torture me.
I agreed. He gave me the ring. I never wore it unless he asked me to.
He forced me to tattoo the same ring as him on my ring finger.
He said that he would never throw it away again.
After marriage, he required me to go home before six o'clock every day...