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Aug 23, 2026
They forced me face-down on a wooden bench, my husband sat on my back, and my mother-in-law used a wet rattan cane until my skin was badly torn. Then they made me sprinkle chili powder onto the injuries myself. I screamed, and they stuffed a sock into my mouth. My pregnant belly scraped against the wood with every strike. At the hospital, they cut away my shirt and found my back severely damaged, along with friction marks across my belly. A truck's dashcam parked outside the gate had accidentally captured the sound of the cane—and the shadows of two people standing there, watching me crawl.
Sep 04, 2026
My husband dragged me out to the shed, tied my hands to a wooden beam, then whipped my thighs and stomach with a wet rope. My mother-in-law stood outside the door laughing: “Let her remember her place.” Blood soaked the floor. At the hospital, they found several older lacerations. My youngest daughter secretly recorded it on an old phone and sent it to my sister.
