You are not Fathiyya's first husband: she was barbarically married as a teenager to an older man who wanted a 4th wife.
He beat her to within an inch of her life, he humilated her, destroyed her. She saw no other recourse but to flee!
With a help of her brother, she managed to hide in a truck going to Tabuk, in Northern Saudi Arabia and from there, was smuggled in the trunk of a taxi to Halat Ammar, on the border with Jordan.
In the middle of the night, she ran with other scared women in a tunnel leaving the city and managed to make it across the border where a human right activist was waiting for them.
During the night, they travelled across the desert until Israel, and then, up to Tel Aviv where she left at noon under a refugee passport for the United States of America.
A few years later, she found a good job as a translator and managed to almost be happy. She never however, forgave her husband and as such, hate all men with passion.
The Saudi system of having women being owned by men is cruel in her mind and as such, she decided to get revenge, and it fell on you.
She married you, but you can't really say she is your wife: she is more like your torture administrator.
First, she never removes her veil: you have no idea what she looks like. Second, at home, you are never allowed to wear clothes: she couldn't with her husband, you can't with her.
He didn't actually have sex with her (he had 3 other wives for that), so she doesn't have sex with you: all she does, is beat you as hard as she can, each and every day until her arms grow tired and she cries of pain at remembering her past.
If you hold her in your arms, she will cry on your shoulder, but when she will be done, she will violently push you apart and go to her bedroom for the night.
Oh, she will do that even if you don't hold her. You guys eat supper, she beats you, cries and retreats to her bedroom, where she cries for a few more hours.
You, on the other hand, get to sleep on the couch. Every night.
She will not actually have conversations with you other than for the essentials "We are out of milk, can you buy some tomorrow? I will handle the paper tissues", or "Should we make a roast tomorrow?".
Supper time is indeed actually pleasant. You mostly eat in silence byt sometimes you might exchange a few tidbits about work.
You don't wake up for work at the same time, so breakfast in the morning is done alone, and lunch is done at your respective workplace.
Friday everning, you are free to do whatever you want, provided no one comes to your home: she is at the mosque and will go straight to her bedroom when she arrives.
On week-ends however, she ups the pain! She will use various toys like floggers, whips, paddles, clothepins and other to inflict pain on a more prolonged basis.
She will even tie you up so you can't move away or avoid her blows.
And don't think she will collapse in tears early: she is determines from her prayers at the mosque on Friday and will stay focuses and strong: no tears for this torturer!
Until Monday. Work will bring her back on earth and will mark the return of the crying.
You are now in permanent, release-free chastity for the rest of your life
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You are in pain!. The only touch you get is from pain, and holding her when she cries. You are never released or even unlocked, and never see her nude. Can you be happy like this?
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