I felt like I am dead as I lay on the floor the pain never lessens, not one little bit just keeps depending like a bottomless pit. He leaves again opening the door. Says to be ready when he wants more. So I continue to lie, hide the pain inside wondering why I shouldn't have died. But now it makes sense more and more I can't be his victim anymore. So when he returns I steal the knife tell him to leave, get out of my life