It didn't matter to me though; he'd been flogging me, whipping me, using unknown implements to make my skin burn. My ass, my legs, my back; nothing wa... spared. I'd tried to be strong early on, and then when I'd been brought to the point of genuinely crying, I tried pleading. I tried using every respectful tone I could manage, and I'd also been brought to the point of trying to be serious, even cursing at him. And then it went further, where my mind was broken down. My pleading was real now, my. This helped me later a lot and its possible without this mindset , without how he helped me overcome my fears none of the following events would have happened.This chapter is about my next step on my journey , the most important step .A couple weeks pass by and nothing really changed apart from the fact that i havent used the toilet once , usually i would take our dog to walk , he took care of his business in the park , i usually was done before we got there :)I hate to sound like an old guy. "Anyway, when I woke up I was transformed to what you see now and notonly that my truck disappeared and I got a Honda Accord."Donald whistled and said, "Wow, so that legend is true.'Regina said, "I guess it is and that road went from paved to dirtovernight."Donald said, "I have grown up in this area most of my life so when Iwas a kid I heard adults talking about the motel in hushed tones. Doyou remember the name of it?"Regina said, "You know I don't remember seeing a name of the moteljust. "I might have been a loving and trusting husband up to that point, but I wasn't a stupid one and I wasn't going to go into denial and try to tell myself that it was something other than what it seemed to be and that there was a perfectly logical explanation for what I'd just heard. My heart suddenly went cold as an iceberg and I stepped back from the door. I was going to kick the damn thing in and then I was going to go in there and do some hurting. My rage was overcome by a small voice in the.