Rock Bottom
It was supposed to be only temporary! But as the renovations to my mother-in-law’s basement receive their finishing touches, I wiggle the shackle welded through and all about my reproductive organs, tug again at the connected steel chain and sob hopelessly.
Curled up defensively on a dirty bare mattress, on what once passed for the marital bed, I can’t ignore the ghastly truth any longer. I will never escape this makeshift dungeon, or this insanely twisted life, this hideously painful and revolting new ‘career’ that has somehow replaced my former dream-like existence.
Just a couple months ago I had everything!
Married at twenty to my high school sweetheart as soon as she reached eighteen, I’d already published several short stories and had a plum job with the local newspape
