Kidnapped on My Way Home

On my way home, I was kidnapped by my husband Elliot's enemie.

To force Elliot to show himself, the kidnapper slashed my face and pulled out my fingernails.

Unable to reach Elliot, he started live streaming my torture.

He repeatedly cut open my skin and even poured salt water on my wounds over and over, yet wouldn't let me die completely.

The police frantically searched for Elliot, but he had turned off his phone, busy celebrating an anniversary with his mistress.

The day I was rescued, he looked at my body covered in wounds and covered his mistress's eyes:

"Don't look at her, it's disgusting."

They were relieved the kidnapper was dead, thinking their plot would never be exposed.

But they didn't know that before dying, the kidnapper had given me all the evidence.

You two scumbags, prepare to die.