Ꭵmη't Ƴour fuckᎥηg propєrty!

[ℇlαᖇα]

I walked by thy very same path- where he left his shadow fall- thy same way, not even deviating a lil.

Is he, my husband?

No, I guess-
lol *yes* said my brain- if a signature in some mere marriage registers can give thy man a relation wid me- *as my husband*, n a Mangalya sutra is meant for a complete dominance of him *over me*, then maybe he s! Thou- I Donno if he is even *really* a man!

Thy man who served me to a gang- only for his pleasure n monetary gain- who witnessed me being brutally treated n enjoyed jerking his tool by thy room side- thy very same man walked before me.

I boldened my breast- thrust it up n then moved away from his shadows. Never-ever again- I need dat shadows to protect me- Ahem, wait! neither he did dat till thy second!!

If thy agreement of commitment turns to some permanent scars over my body- then s dis even a relation? I questioned myself multiple tyms before entering thy court.

Ohhoooo!! I screamed loud in my mind- soon 'm gonna be a Divorce cum ex-wife of a jailer!!

My mind voice calmed down for some minutes-

I started reminiscing abt his words over phone, last nyt- 'Hey u pieca idiot, do ya think like u can live wid out me yaah? Better buy some plates n go to thy streets down yr petty lane- they 'll give u something after seeing yr boobs n dat fucking ass- crawle n be thy way u r bitch'

Also, I remembered my response- 'yea holy piece of shit! Do ya consider me as a fuck toy? If yes, then ain't 'm I! Shut up, enter to yr Cossi bedsheet n sleep as u can count bars frm tomorrow'

I felt a lil proud- I stood entirely for myself realizing dat I'm not owned by anyone n I'm not even his bitch to serve him by his bedside lamp- until n unless I want he is not even owning my body.

I way passed him- never did his ego allow dat! Thou, My Footprints Were Firm Enough to Crush His Ego Apart!

Should I proclaim again- standing der n front of a court dat- 'm fucking self-owned n Those dark nyts weren't my *end days*? His ego w'd be crashed wid in thy bars as he was sentenced for a life tym imprisonment- I giggled for my feminine self- I owe thy self- 'm Self Owned n Not Any Market Productz.

If a marriage is meant for his satisfaction alone n if he treats me only as a toy *to serve his purpose*- am I really needed? Even my existence s questioned! Oops I'm completely free outta wife's liabilities- thy myth dat came to be a practice- I walked away wid thy same confidence- wid thy same arrogancy- 'm not your fucking property! Clearly-

Ꭵmη't Ƴour fuckᎥηg propєrty!
ηot even Ƴour fuck toy
n
ηot α ßᎥtch to suck your foot idiot!!
Said my inner voice​

 

[URum]

Marriage is a holy sacrement honor it

 

[ℇlαᖇα]

Marriage is a holy sacrement honor it

Until both thy parties value each other's *self-respect*- indeed it is!!​

 

[SiRa]

"Girl, you’re talking like it’s the 90s when dinosaurs roamed and husbands thought 'permission' was optional. These days, even husbands know they need a consent slip before trying anything!"

"I don’t think extreme toxicity like thus exists much anymore.. just my opinion!

 

[ℇlαᖇα]

"Girl, you’re talking like it’s the 90s when dinosaurs roamed and husbands thought 'permission' was optional. These days, even husbands know they need a consent slip before trying anything!"

"I don’t think extreme toxicity like thus exists much anymore.. just my opinion!

ha ha I luv dinosaurs,

Thou, I donn think so Siru, becz many a tym- I see women bearing this kinda stuff- IMO- indeed there r many instances- may be a lil rural- thou... it is der!!

 

[Garygoodboy]

I respect any woman that walks thy earth, no man has a greater existence or presence than any woman, both men and woman are equall, with out equality there is no balance in life xx

 

[ℇlαᖇα]

I respect any woman that walks thy earth, no man has a greater existence or presence than any woman, both men and woman are equall, with out equality there is no balance in life xx

Yea, ty for thy commentz xx.... agreed!

 

[Lion_Hearted]

I walked by thy very same path- where he left his shadow fall- thy same way, not even deviating a lil.

Is he, my husband?

No, I guess-
lol *yes* said my brain- if a signature in some mere marriage registers can give thy man a relation wid me- *as my husband*, n a Mangalya sutra is meant for a complete dominance of him *over me*, then maybe he s! Thou- I Donno if he is even *really* a man!

Thy man who served me to a gang- only for his pleasure n monetary gain- who witnessed me being brutally treated n enjoyed jerking his tool by thy room side- thy very same man walked before me.

I boldened my breast- thrust it up n then moved away from his shadows. Never-ever again- I need dat shadows to protect me- Ahem, wait! neither he did dat till thy second!!

If thy agreement of commitment turns to some permanent scars over my body- then s dis even a relation? I questioned myself multiple tyms before entering thy court.

Ohhoooo!! I screamed loud in my mind- soon 'm gonna be a Divorce cum ex-wife of a jailer!!

My mind voice calmed down for some minutes-

I started reminiscing abt his words over phone, last nyt- 'Hey u pieca idiot, do ya think like u can live wid out me yaah? Better buy some plates n go to thy streets down yr petty lane- they 'll give u something after seeing yr boobs n dat fucking ass- crawle n be thy way u r bitch'

Also, I remembered my response- 'yea holy piece of shit! Do ya consider me as a fuck toy? If yes, then ain't 'm I! Shut up, enter to yr Cossi bedsheet n sleep as u can count bars frm tomorrow'

I felt a lil proud- I stood entirely for myself realizing dat I'm not owned by anyone n I'm not even his bitch to serve him by his bedside lamp- until n unless I want he is not even owning my body.

I way passed him- never did his ego allow dat! Thou, My Footprints Were Firm Enough to Crush His Ego Apart!

Should I proclaim again- standing der n front of a court dat- 'm fucking self-owned n Those dark nyts weren't my *end days*? His ego w'd be crashed wid in thy bars as he was sentenced for a life tym imprisonment- I giggled for my feminine self- I owe thy self- 'm Self Owned n Not Any Market Productz.

If a marriage is meant for his satisfaction alone n if he treats me only as a toy *to serve his purpose*- am I really needed? Even my existence s questioned! Oops I'm completely free outta wife's liabilities- thy myth dat came to be a practice- I walked away wid thy same confidence- wid thy same arrogancy- 'm not your fucking property! Clearly-

Ꭵmη't Ƴour fuckᎥηg propєrty!
ηot even Ƴour fuck toy
n
ηot α ßᎥtch to suck your foot idiot!!
Said my inner voice​

Your inner voice seems to be expressing a raw surge of defiance and self-respect here. It speaks to an unyielding boundary, a refusal to be objectified or controlled by anyone. If you're channeling this into your writing, it's a powerful theme to explore—standing up for autonomy and self-worth. Let this fire fuel your creativity!

 

[Lion_Hearted]

I walked by thy very same path- where he left his shadow fall- thy same way, not even deviating a lil.

Is he, my husband?

No, I guess-
lol *yes* said my brain- if a signature in some mere marriage registers can give thy man a relation wid me- *as my husband*, n a Mangalya sutra is meant for a complete dominance of him *over me*, then maybe he s! Thou- I Donno if he is even *really* a man!

Thy man who served me to a gang- only for his pleasure n monetary gain- who witnessed me being brutally treated n enjoyed jerking his tool by thy room side- thy very same man walked before me.

I boldened my breast- thrust it up n then moved away from his shadows. Never-ever again- I need dat shadows to protect me- Ahem, wait! neither he did dat till thy second!!

If thy agreement of commitment turns to some permanent scars over my body- then s dis even a relation? I questioned myself multiple tyms before entering thy court.

Ohhoooo!! I screamed loud in my mind- soon 'm gonna be a Divorce cum ex-wife of a jailer!!

My mind voice calmed down for some minutes-

I started reminiscing abt his words over phone, last nyt- 'Hey u pieca idiot, do ya think like u can live wid out me yaah? Better buy some plates n go to thy streets down yr petty lane- they 'll give u something after seeing yr boobs n dat fucking ass- crawle n be thy way u r bitch'

Also, I remembered my response- 'yea holy piece of shit! Do ya consider me as a fuck toy? If yes, then ain't 'm I! Shut up, enter to yr Cossi bedsheet n sleep as u can count bars frm tomorrow'

I felt a lil proud- I stood entirely for myself realizing dat I'm not owned by anyone n I'm not even his bitch to serve him by his bedside lamp- until n unless I want he is not even owning my body.

I way passed him- never did his ego allow dat! Thou, My Footprints Were Firm Enough to Crush His Ego Apart!

Should I proclaim again- standing der n front of a court dat- 'm fucking self-owned n Those dark nyts weren't my *end days*? His ego w'd be crashed wid in thy bars as he was sentenced for a life tym imprisonment- I giggled for my feminine self- I owe thy self- 'm Self Owned n Not Any Market Productz.

If a marriage is meant for his satisfaction alone n if he treats me only as a toy *to serve his purpose*- am I really needed? Even my existence s questioned! Oops I'm completely free outta wife's liabilities- thy myth dat came to be a practice- I walked away wid thy same confidence- wid thy same arrogancy- 'm not your fucking property! Clearly-

Ꭵmη't Ƴour fuckᎥηg propєrty!
ηot even Ƴour fuck toy
n
ηot α ßᎥtch to suck your foot idiot!!
Said my inner voice​

This is a powerful, unflinching narrative of self-realization and defiance against oppression. The rawness and unfiltered emotions create a visceral connection with the reader, immersing them in the protagonist's journey from pain to liberation. The tone oscillates between rage, sarcasm, and triumph, underscoring the depth of the protagonist's struggle and eventual reclamation of her autonomy.

Here are a few reflections and suggestions to refine this into a compelling piece:

1. Structure and Flow:

Consider breaking the text into smaller, more digestible paragraphs. This will enhance readability and give each powerful statement the space to breathe.

The protagonist's thoughts are sharp and fiery, but some sentences could benefit from clarity to amplify the impact. For example:

"If thy agreement of commitment turns to some permanent scars over my body—then is this even a relationship?"




2. Tone and Voice:

The voice is unapologetic and fierce, which perfectly aligns with the theme. To heighten its resonance, alternating moments of vulnerability with moments of strength could create a dynamic rhythm.

For example, after recalling the husband’s cruelty, juxtapose it with a softer memory of the protagonist’s inner strength rebuilding itself.



3. Themes and Metaphors:

The metaphors ("crushing his ego apart," "not your fucking property") are vivid and effective. Consider expanding on them to emphasize her reclamation of identity. For instance, the imagery of "shadows" could symbolize his dominance, and the act of walking away could symbolize breaking free from that darkness.



4. End with Empowerment:

The conclusion already carries a triumphant note. Ending with a definitive, powerful line like, “I am not his property—I am my own force, unbroken and free,” could leave the reader with a lasting impression.




Would you like help refining specific parts or expanding any themes? This piece has immense potential as an ode
to survival and self-empowerment.

 

[InkyWhispers]

I walked by thy very same path- where he left his shadow fall- thy same way, not even deviating a lil.

Is he, my husband?

No, I guess-
lol *yes* said my brain- if a signature in some mere marriage registers can give thy man a relation wid me- *as my husband*, n a Mangalya sutra is meant for a complete dominance of him *over me*, then maybe he s! Thou- I Donno if he is even *really* a man!

Thy man who served me to a gang- only for his pleasure n monetary gain- who witnessed me being brutally treated n enjoyed jerking his tool by thy room side- thy very same man walked before me.

I boldened my breast- thrust it up n then moved away from his shadows. Never-ever again- I need dat shadows to protect me- Ahem, wait! neither he did dat till thy second!!

If thy agreement of commitment turns to some permanent scars over my body- then s dis even a relation? I questioned myself multiple tyms before entering thy court.

Ohhoooo!! I screamed loud in my mind- soon 'm gonna be a Divorce cum ex-wife of a jailer!!

My mind voice calmed down for some minutes-

I started reminiscing abt his words over phone, last nyt- 'Hey u pieca idiot, do ya think like u can live wid out me yaah? Better buy some plates n go to thy streets down yr petty lane- they 'll give u something after seeing yr boobs n dat fucking ass- crawle n be thy way u r bitch'

Also, I remembered my response- 'yea holy piece of shit! Do ya consider me as a fuck toy? If yes, then ain't 'm I! Shut up, enter to yr Cossi bedsheet n sleep as u can count bars frm tomorrow'

I felt a lil proud- I stood entirely for myself realizing dat I'm not owned by anyone n I'm not even his bitch to serve him by his bedside lamp- until n unless I want he is not even owning my body.

I way passed him- never did his ego allow dat! Thou, My Footprints Were Firm Enough to Crush His Ego Apart!

Should I proclaim again- standing der n front of a court dat- 'm fucking self-owned n Those dark nyts weren't my *end days*? His ego w'd be crashed wid in thy bars as he was sentenced for a life tym imprisonment- I giggled for my feminine self- I owe thy self- 'm Self Owned n Not Any Market Productz.

If a marriage is meant for his satisfaction alone n if he treats me only as a toy *to serve his purpose*- am I really needed? Even my existence s questioned! Oops I'm completely free outta wife's liabilities- thy myth dat came to be a practice- I walked away wid thy same confidence- wid thy same arrogancy- 'm not your fucking property! Clearly-

Ꭵmη't Ƴour fuckᎥηg propєrty!
ηot even Ƴour fuck toy
n
ηot α ßᎥtch to suck your foot idiot!!
Said my inner voice​

The thing is it seems like women are empowered these days, and men like this no longer exist,but that's not entirely true. All kinds of people still exist. Empowered women now face empowered problems too. Misogyny hasn’t been completely overcome. These things happen. Kudos to the woman for getting out of this toxic marriage and showing such bravery. "You go, girl!"

 

[ℇlαᖇα]

The thing is it seems like women are empowered these days, and men like this no longer exist,but that's not entirely true. All kinds of people still exist. Empowered women now face empowered problems too. Misogyny hasn’t been completely overcome. These things happen. Kudos to the woman for getting out of this toxic marriage and showing such bravery. "You go, girl!"

Yea, true........... ty for thy tym n effort to read xx

 

[Honey bunch]

I walked by thy very same path- where he left his shadow fall- thy same way, not even deviating a lil.

Is he, my husband?

No, I guess-
lol *yes* said my brain- if a signature in some mere marriage registers can give thy man a relation wid me- *as my husband*, n a Mangalya sutra is meant for a complete dominance of him *over me*, then maybe he s! Thou- I Donno if he is even *really* a man!

Thy man who served me to a gang- only for his pleasure n monetary gain- who witnessed me being brutally treated n enjoyed jerking his tool by thy room side- thy very same man walked before me.

I boldened my breast- thrust it up n then moved away from his shadows. Never-ever again- I need dat shadows to protect me- Ahem, wait! neither he did dat till thy second!!

If thy agreement of commitment turns to some permanent scars over my body- then s dis even a relation? I questioned myself multiple tyms before entering thy court.

Ohhoooo!! I screamed loud in my mind- soon 'm gonna be a Divorce cum ex-wife of a jailer!!

My mind voice calmed down for some minutes-

I started reminiscing abt his words over phone, last nyt- 'Hey u pieca idiot, do ya think like u can live wid out me yaah? Better buy some plates n go to thy streets down yr petty lane- they 'll give u something after seeing yr boobs n dat fucking ass- crawle n be thy way u r bitch'

Also, I remembered my response- 'yea holy piece of shit! Do ya consider me as a fuck toy? If yes, then ain't 'm I! Shut up, enter to yr Cossi bedsheet n sleep as u can count bars frm tomorrow'

I felt a lil proud- I stood entirely for myself realizing dat I'm not owned by anyone n I'm not even his bitch to serve him by his bedside lamp- until n unless I want he is not even owning my body.

I way passed him- never did his ego allow dat! Thou, My Footprints Were Firm Enough to Crush His Ego Apart!

Should I proclaim again- standing der n front of a court dat- 'm fucking self-owned n Those dark nyts weren't my *end days*? His ego w'd be crashed wid in thy bars as he was sentenced for a life tym imprisonment- I giggled for my feminine self- I owe thy self- 'm Self Owned n Not Any Market Productz.

If a marriage is meant for his satisfaction alone n if he treats me only as a toy *to serve his purpose*- am I really needed? Even my existence s questioned! Oops I'm completely free outta wife's liabilities- thy myth dat came to be a practice- I walked away wid thy same confidence- wid thy same arrogancy- 'm not your fucking property! Clearly-

Ꭵmη't Ƴour fuckᎥηg propєrty!
ηot even Ƴour fuck toy
n
ηot α ßᎥtch to suck your foot idiot!!
Said my inner voice​

You're right, abuse and exploitation don’t only happen in marriages. They can happen in any relationship, even when it’s called "love". Some people use love to control or harm others.

It’s hard to face, but it’s important to understand. Love should never make you sacrifice your safety or self-respect. True love is based on trust, respect, and care—not using someone for your own gain.

As women, we need to be strong enough to speak up and stand against this kind of treatment. No relationship, whether it’s marriage or love, should make you feel like an object or something to be used.

But it’s not just up to women to fix this. Society needs to change and stop supporting these harmful behaviors. We all need to create a world where abuse isn’t allowed, and respect is always the foundation of any relationship.

For example, a recent case involved a French man who admitted to drugging his wife and allowing others to exploit her for a decade . This shows how serious the problem is and why we need justice and change.

Your voice, even when shared in private spaces like here, plays an important role in raising awareness and showing support for women. It's a step toward creating that change.

I really like your views on these kinds of issues. I always appreciate you, girl.



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[ℇlαᖇα]

You're right, abuse and exploitation don’t only happen in marriages. They can happen in any relationship, even when it’s called "love". Some people use love to control or harm others.

It’s hard to face, but it’s important to understand. Love should never make you sacrifice your safety or self-respect. True love is based on trust, respect, and care—not using someone for your own gain.

As women, we need to be strong enough to speak up and stand against this kind of treatment. No relationship, whether it’s marriage or love, should make you feel like an object or something to be used.

But it’s not just up to women to fix this. Society needs to change and stop supporting these harmful behaviors. We all need to create a world where abuse isn’t allowed, and respect is always the foundation of any relationship.

For example, a recent case involved a French man who admitted to drugging his wife and allowing others to exploit her for a decade . This shows how serious the problem is and why we need justice and change.

Your voice, even when shared in private spaces like here, plays an important role in raising awareness and showing support for women. It's a step toward creating that change.

I really like your views on these kinds of issues. I always appreciate you, girl.



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Ty Kaddu, yea... thy French incident s an open testimony 4 dis ​