I think about you when he f*cks me. I think about you when he beats me. I think about you when he whips me and tortures me and makes me bleed. I think about you when he rapes me and then offers me to his friends - to the men who hate you almost as much as he does. All I can hope, to keep myself going, is that sometimes you think about me too. Dirty, Bruised Martini is a dark romance with multiple triggers. PLEASE do not read if this type of story is not for you.