My Knight In Darkness

In high school, a girl photoshopped my face onto porn, and “slut” was scrawled all over my locker.

Ten years later, my husband, Charles, appeared on her YouTube livestream.

“She has already paid the price for her past,” he pleaded with me. “You're doing so much better than she is now, so just let go of all that unpleasantness.”

I wanted a divorce. He said I was being hysterical.

The next day, I woke up in a speeding car, my hands and feet bound.

Charles’s voice was strained. “I'm sorry. Someone put a price on her head. I can't let her walk to her death.”

The car door was pulled open, and just as I was sinking into utter despair, I saw a familiar face.