I ask you in advance not to judge me, I am in a difficult situation.

[Anonymous]

It may not be anonymous. I ask you in advance not to judge me, I am in a difficult situation and I need your advice.
I am 20 years old. It all started in the summer. I needed to go get a new passport, I left the entrance during the day, and a very expensive car stopped not far from me, the guy sitting in it smiled and asked me how to get to one street, I started to explain, and he asked if I could show her, go with him. This street was very close to the one I needed to get to. I agreed, of course, it’s not too safe to sit with strangers like that, but he looked good and didn’t look like a rapist. The road was long, we started talking. He spoke with a noticeable accent. He said that he was passing through our city on business, and that he was from Makhachkala (Dagestan), also a Dagestani by nationality, he was 34. Outwardly, Rashid was handsome. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, muscular figure. He was dressed expensively. And it’s clear that he is rich.
I also told about myself, he asked for a phone number, I gave it... We got to the right street and I left. To be honest, I really liked him...
Two days later, Rashid called, we met, went to a restaurant, he behaved nicely, didn’t touch me, didn’t paw me. And somehow it turned out that we started meeting often, but we didn’t have sex. Then he left for Makhachkala, from there he often called me and said that he was in love with me and would like to get married, before me he had neither a wife nor children. He told me to come to him in Dagestan.
I told my parents that they were leaving to see their fiance and said that he was from Dagestan. My parents started a scandal, shouting that I was Russian and should not marry a Dagestani. I also flared up and we had a fight. In general, I left my things in my bag and left for Makhachkala that same evening.
In Makhachkala, Rashid proposed to me, I agreed, met his parents, they lived in a large luxurious house together, and he had his own house and apartment in the center. As I found out, his family was rich and influential in the Caucasus. My parents and his relatives liked me.
Everything was going great, before the wedding, Rashid rented an apartment for me, explaining that according to their traditions, the bride and groom should not live together before the wedding. I tried to call my parents, but Rashid said that now they wouldn’t understand me, but over time they would forgive me. Before the wedding we had nothing.
The wedding was luxurious, more than 1000 people, this is normal in the Caucasus.
But after the wedding... real hell began for me. Rashid changed dramatically, became cruel, rude, and a week later he forced me to convert to Islam and put on a burqa. And our sex... it can’t even be called sex, it’s real violence, he could slap me in the face, whip me in the face, he often tied me up in bed and did what he wanted. His favorite pastime was putting me on my knees, putting a gun to my head (a real, military one, he’s a gun lover, we have a whole collection at home), and raping me like that. I constantly walk around depressed, but outwardly I look great, I have shiny long hair, clear skin, all in furs and diamonds, but I look kind of unhappy and I always want to cry. Gradually, after two months of marriage, I submitted, resigned myself and broke down. . She left the house only with her husband, in a burqa, learned to pray and submitted to her husband. My husband, in turn, did not refuse me anything, any jewelry, clothes, food, iPhones, fur coats...
I didn’t think that he was a bad person, it’s just that this is probably the way it is in Dagestan and all men here are like that. But.. A week ago, when he was not at home, he was supposed to arrive soon, in the evening I went into the back room, wanted to take new bed linen from the closet, and accidentally in the lower compartment of the closet I saw some large package hidden behind things, I was surprised , unfolded, opened. There were three pistols there, quite old ones, and a stack of photographs. The photographs showed my husband in the mountains, in company with some bearded men in camouflage, with machine guns at the ready. I was shocked, you don’t have to think for long that these are Dagestani militants and that he himself was apparently once a member of their gang. I looked through the rest of the photos and got so carried away that I forgot about everything and didn’t hear him return and enter the bedroom. "Well, interesting?" I heard his voice. When I saw my husband, I turned very pale and dropped the photographs. He grinned, came up to me, and sharply, with all his strength, slapped me in the face and pressed me against the wall. I cried, and he, looking into my eyes, clearly said: “If you rummage through my things again, I’ll make you disappear forever, you’ll go there to raise the fighting spirit of the Mujahideen. I hope you don’t want to end up in the mountains of Dagestan, and meet these people?". I shook my head in horror and burst into tears. "Forgive me. I won’t do this again, I promise, I love you and I don’t care what you do," I whispered. Rashid smiled, took me by the hair, put me on my knees and slapped me on the cheek and said: “Come on, wifey, show me how much you love me, you must earn forgiveness.” I humiliatedly slid to my knees and, with tears in my eyes, obediently did everything...

[Jalapia]

That’s what you need, you inkwell, you son of a bitch! The handsome Russian guys are not enough for you animals!