My husband's first love was trapped inside a car for an hour. After she was rescued, he forced me into a wooden crate and nailed the boards shut. "You'll pay back a hundredfold for what she suffered!" I begged, explained, struggled, and cried out desperately, but I couldn't win a shred of pity from him. His voice was cruel: "Stay in there and reflect on what you've done. You can come out when you've learned your lesson!" I curled up inside the cramped wooden crate, every bone in my body broken, as blood stained the floorboards. A week later, he returned from a trip with his first love, intending to let me out. But I had already suffocated to death, my body cold and lifeless.
