nds. Despite her efforts to appease him, to prove her worthiness as a wife and a member of his family, he

daily routine of house chores. She scrubbed floors until her hands were raw, cooked meals until

oved, his heart hardened against her like stone. He continued to refuse her even the most basic comforts,

er family's business drove her to endure whatever hardships Manson saw fit to inflict upon her. She knew that she had no ch

f doubt that grew louder with each passing day. How much longer could she endure this life of slavery,

on's torture and reclaim her life from the prison of his making. But with each passing day, the walls seemed

ained alive within her heart, a glimmer of light that refused to be extinguished. S

steady breathing as he slept soundly in their bed, she couldn't help but wonder if things

vowed to herself that she would endure whatever hardships lay ahead and

*

the sound of the door swinging open with a creak. She tensed, her heart pou

ght of Manson standing in the doorway, his eyes filled with tears an

mouth with fear. Her voice tinged with concern as she mo

ith a mixture of confusion and pain. All he could

as he reached out to touch her face, his fingers b

't believe what was happening, did Ma

e trembling with emotion as she guided him towards th

s mind clouded by the fog of alcohol as

you to ever leave my sight." Manson repeated, his voice thick

ain forgotten as she gazed down at h

voice fell as she brushed a strand of hair from

th tears, as they both

hoked with emotion as he buried his face in hi

e her, her tears mingling with his as she re

ly above a whisper as she wrapped her arms around him in a tig

yearning. Manson's eyes fluttered open after a long moment and he smiled at he

touch as he reached down, his fingers curving around her buttock, pulling her closer to his chest. Manson looked deep