You aren’t going anywhere

Date: 12/18/2017

My husband and I were playing, kind of a role-play, and it was going to lead to sex. I was going to pretend that I was leaving and he was going to stop me. So I go to leave the bedroom, and he takes the necklace off on my neck And something else out of my hands. I walked down the hallway And he hands me a jacket. What started out as play is starting to feel real. I look over at him and he is standing with his arms crossed. He takes something else out of my hands. I get scared and bolt to the door and start to unlock it, my fingers trembling and fumbling with the lock. I open the door and he reaches over with his long arms and slams it shut. I notice that there is at least 3 inches of snow on the balcony outside and snow plastered to the door before he shuts it. I run across the living room and sit in Travis’s chair, which is in front of the Christmas tree, which is unusual irl. I don’t sit there long because if he comes for me, the chair will bang into the Christmas tree and break ornaments. I stand up quickly and step away from the chair. He says, “ you aren’t going anywhere!” Eodair.