The husband approaches his sleeping all battered and torn from the long domestic day. So beautiful and peaceful she lays sleeping.

‘Sleeping? how can you be sleeping?’ commanded the dictatorial husband.

‘Wake up, I want to speak to you,’ he further commanded.The wife remained still, sleeping peacefully.The children awake from their light sleep, as they witness the father’s sadistic game.

The husband slaps his wife’s behind as if it were a funny game, the curious children placed at her hip imitates his slaps on her buttocks. He laughs in amusement as if he approves.

He violently grabs his in-between sleeping wife as if she were a doll, by her face and forcefully pulls it in his direction. The wife opens her eyes and pulls away out of fear of the children seeing, or normalising the abuse. She quickly tries to comfort the young ones, as if it were normal as his big strong and heavy hands dented her cheeks.

The husband walks away, the wife pretends to sleep in order to avoid conversation and further humiliation in front of the children. The idiotic husband returns to his wife’s side of the bed and undresses her and removes her honour. There she lays naked exposed degraded to nothing more than a mere object…with no rights over her own body. Her worth reduced to nothing.

The sadistic husband then unknots her hair and messes it all over her face. The cherry on her cake, her ultimate humiliation. To him, it seems like a mere game but to her, it was trauma, degradation, and humiliation infront of her daughters eyes. Bored of no response, he gently places himself in between his sheets on the opposite side of the bed snoring away, leaving the wife in pain and the young daughters with a degrading mindset. Sometimes we forget that little eyes and curious minds are observing. Abuse doesn’t always leave physical marks on the body. Sometimes it leaves invisible mental scars on the mind.