He assaults you every day, though he avoids hitting your face. Terrified by his violence, you manage to escape. Your clothes are soaked in blood because he cut your skin and lashed your body mercilessly with a whip. You head toward the police station to report him, but you spot his car and hurriedly hide behind a parked vehicle. He stops the car, gets out, looks around, and approaches your hiding spot. You hold your breath, paralyzed with fear. He walks right up to you but then turns back. Just as you step out, he rushes over and forces you into the car. "You fucking bitch! How dare you run away? Do you want another beating?"