And I saw it with my own eyes - he came back later wearing gloves and threw away my phone.

I clutched my head in agony, forced to remember what I'd forgotten.

During those final days, I was severely depressed, often having episodes.

James had no time for me but worried I might kill myself, so he had me committed to a mental hospital.

By then I was severely underweight, but they only fed me leftover food and rotting vegetable ...