But I couldn’t stand another second of those men’s disgusting hands on me — all I could think about was escaping.

"Christopher Cox, hurry up and unlock me!"

This was one of the rare times I had called him by his full name since we got married.

My husband clenched his fists, clearly struggling internally for a while before hardening his resolve and turning his head away, as if he didn’t want to hear another word from me.

I was so ...