Taking its teeth it slowly grazed each toe before forcefully biting off the entire thing. Near the end, the tiger increased its pace as it took now wh...le bites of her foot, breaking bones and severing off chunks to its delight. The pressure the tiger was putting on Beth by tugging and eating her leg was enough to bring her crashing to the ground as she gazed at the blood soaked stump, which was once her foot. Finally, now the tiger had some more selection of juicy girl meat. Beth tried. He doesn’t let it show. He hides it. Often, he is in deep denial. He may cover up bruises or scars. Yet he suffers. Like the female victims of domestic violence suffer, so do the male victims. The female victims can defend themselves against their batterer because we all know of the battered woman syndrome. What about the male victim of domestic violence? Often, he is being tormented by a vicious and angry wife or girlfriend who abuses him physically. Yet, even as he is hurt he cannot defend. It was the day I married my now ex-wife -- my second wife that is.We'd dated for five years and lived together for four of the five. During that time, we learned to live together, became use to each others little idiosyncrasies, learned to give and take, and loved being together.Then, we married. Before the echo of the "I do" had died away, the relationship changed. The loner exerted his dominance.But to know what I mean, you must first know who I am and how I got this way.I've always been a. She's a Frenchie," he throws up his hands knowing neither of them speak French.Mike reaches and turns down Eddie Rabbit's "I Love a Rainy Night" so he can hear her. "Ou allez-vous?"He tales a chance, "I'm Mike." He taps his chest.She laughs, "I'm Marie. Hi Mike. I guess you don't parle la lange." she grins and says, "speak the language. French, I mean."Mike asks, "Okay, so what did you ask? I know it was a question." I asked where you are going?" Oh, into town to the recruiting center. .