He said my own mother would not recognize me.
He said no one would believe a woman who looked the way I did.
He pressed a tablet against the bars and forced me to watch videos of him having sex with other women.
Then he laughed and said, “You’re less than a dog now, bitch. Dogs at least get fed.”
His mother came down every morning wearing the only key on a gold chain around her neck.
The chain was delicate.
The key was small.
That made the power she carried look almost ordinary.
She would unlock what Marcus allowed her to unlock, deliver whatever humiliation he had planned, and then leave me with another speech about how I had destroyed her son’s life.
She called me names.
Some mornings, she spat directly into my mouth because she wanted humiliation to feel as unavoidable as hunger.
She denied me water until I begged.
