Cry, please I beg you

Love, something that many girls and boys dream about, even the older ones yearn to feel it so madly that we could give anything for it.

Anything...

We understand that person may have a bad face and we try to make him feel better, we understand that he is not expressive, but he always gives us the best, he makes us feel protected by his side, and we even feel invincible with his presence and support.

We are able to deliver from our mentality, even our body, believing that there is nothing more than us for them, yes, for a moment you believe it all.

Even that among his apparent indifference, he gives us all the love that his personality allows him to express.

As me wiped the blood from his hands, for a moment I thought he had smiled at me, though just as he had finally appeared, he vanished.

Those times when we vacationed, at times I believed it was the most valuable part of his life. He tried so hard to make me believe, of being a man with great pride, haughty, and sure of himself, I was surprised at his methods in the end, Heh, I, knowing nothing, fell for it like a fool.

From the sex, to the peaceful moments in silence, I truly, sincerely believed it.

I thought I was his everything...

"Hugh ha ha!"

"Ximena! Came back! Let's not make this more difficult!"

A girl with a slim complexion was hiding under some dark stairs in the middle of the night, while a black-haired man was looking for her along with other men.

My name is: Ximena Ramírez. That man is... my husband.

In the past, he was the man I loved the most in my life and for whom I would have given absolutely my all.

Heh! Well, I did.

I left my family, friends, money... dignity... I have nothing left...

Now I am running for my life and hiding.

I do not even know why; I have not had anything or anyone for a long time. He made sure of that even without me noticing.

I am a stupid.

Why run now? Why want to escape?

Because... I'm not even allowed to die...

The first time, it was poison: I suffered locked up in a room only receiving food and water for ten months.

Until I begged my husband while he was taking me at the time, to at least allow me to sunbathe.

The second: I cut my wrists, it was painful, and when I slowly lost my mind believing that I had finally achieved my freedom.

I cried with joy with some relief, however, I woke up four days later, tied to a hospital bed.

I was not released, until I tried to cut my tongue by biting it: I returned to the room, however, now with a warning.

If I tried again: My parents would die with me...

They didn't deserve that; their stupid and disobedient daughter married a terrible man who they thought could change with their help.

They strongly opposed it, however, she even threatened with her own life if they didn't let her do it.

Afraid of losing their daughter, the youngest in the family, they accepted with all the pain of their hearts.

Her three older brothers, not reconciled, desperately sought a way to get her away from him, everyone knew what kind of inhuman beast that man was.

Everyone except her... Or maybe yes.

He superbly believed that she would be able to make him change. But reality hit her.

full when he discovered the murder of his third brother much later...

What did you expect? Love? Attention? A family? That man knows none of those things.

He is always cold and indifferent, rigid, and dry.

No one can be around you without feeling stressed and uncomfortable. I stubbornly turned a deaf ear to it and tried to be the perfect wife, caring, understanding, kind and accommodating in whatever he asked of me.

The dream lasted. Just one year. But...

How did we come to this?