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I nearly threw up. I endured the pain and kissed him to shut him up. It was like being violated by a dog – no, that’s an insult to dogs.
My husband was in high spirits that night. Knowing my ribs hadn’t fully healed, he deliberately pressed on them during sex, getting more excited as I grimaced in pain.
He tormented me for half the night before finishing. After showering, he came out looking at his phone and chatting with someone, an evil
smile unlike a human’s on his face.
I was drenched in sweat from the pain. When I came out of the bathroom after washing up, my husband was already asleep.
I saw his phone on the bedside table and, on an impulse, picked it up and unlocked it with his fingerprint.
Become SVIP! Road all SVIP stories
I opened his WhatsApp and saw a group chat pinned at the top.
[Women just need to be taught a lesson. I’ve trained mine so well she even opens her mouth to catch my
**** now!]
[@everyone, look at my results. I’ve successfully conditioned my wife to have Stockholm syndrome. Now even if I tell her to get lost, she refuses to leave me!]
[Let me show you my accomplishment tonight. Hehe, all superficial injuries. My technique has improved again!]
In the quiet bathroom late at night, I covered my mouth tightly, afraid I would go insane.
The group called “Happy Family” had 123 members!
These beasts discussed how to “train” their wives to be more “obedient” every day!
I scrolled through the chat history and saw some bloody, miserable photos posted.
They were all photos of injured women.
Some had faces swollen like pig heads, their eyes barely visible through the puffiness.
Some had bare backs covered in bloody welts from being whipped with belts!
Somne…
My hands shook as I realized the women in these photos were all beaten beyond recognition!
I found the photos and messages my husband had sent. The most recent ones were from before he went to sleep:
[Damn bitch finally learned her lesson. Tonight was so good!]
[Brothers, just wait. My wife will be more obedient than all of yours soon.]
The most recent photos he posted were X–rays from when I was hospitalized, as well as some pictures he secretly took of my injuries while I was asleep.
Below, all the group members replied:
1666, respect man. You even put her in the hospital.]
[You’re our role model. I’ve learned so much!]
[You’re our role model. I’ve learned so much!]
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[I don’t have a wife yet. Can someone teach me how to get a wife?]
I scrolled through a bit more and saw everyone replying with advice on how to disguise themselves and how to choose female targets with the highest chance of marriage.
Forcing myself to keep reading despite my horror, I summarized that their main targets were women from families that favored sons over daughters.
Especially families that demanded bride prices of $20,000 or more.
Once a daughter was “exchanged” for money, her birth family usually considered her an outsider after marriage. The woman was essentially “sold” to the husband’s family.
Even if she was mistreated or abused, the woman had no recourse except calling the police.
In fact, with such a high bride price paid, if the woman asked for divorce and the man refused, even the police would just advise reconciliation and tell them to resolve it as a family matter.
Women like us were the most tragic. It seemed we were born lowly and worthless.
Marriage was no different from reincarnation. Once divorced, we couldn’t return to our birth families. We could only drift about aimlessly.
This was probably why my husband felt he could abuse me with impunity.
Unfortunately for them, they didn’t realize times had changed!
We no longer depended on men to survive. The development of society allowed us to support ourselves and our children with our own hands!
I couldn’t bear to read the earlier chat history in detail. I used my own phone to record all the WhatsApp IDs in the group, as well as those bloody pieces of evidence!
My submission was never about accepting abuse!
