When I was 25, I had a boyfriend I'd been dating for about a year. Things were going really well, so he decided to introduce me to his family... but that was where I ended up going through something truly unbelievable.

His hometown was out in the countryside, about a three-hour drive via the highway. But when the moment came to meet his family, his whole attitude suddenly flipped, taking me completely by surprise.

He had always been kind, but in front of his parents, it was like he wanted to show off—he started calling me "hey you" in a crude way and ordering me around. He'd never spoken to me like that before. I wanted to call him out on it, but since we were at his family's house, I had to grin and bear it. His parents' relationship was the exact same dynamic; his father was incredibly domineering. The moment his mother did anything slightly off, he would start screaming at her, and she would just stay quiet and do whatever he said.

"This family is insane." I began to deeply regret coming there in the first place, and cursed myself for failing to see who he really was.

We weren't even engaged, but as I talked with his parents, the conversation jumped straight to, "Once you two get married, you'll be living here with us, right?" Having heard nothing about this from my boyfriend, I simply replied, "Nothing's been decided yet." At that, his parents' faces suddenly turned pale with fury, and they yelled, "If you want to marry our son, living in this house is a given!" I looked at my boyfriend for help, but he just nodded along with his parents as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

There was no way in hell I was marrying him now—in fact, I was already planning to break up with him—but despite my silence, they kept plowing ahead with their plans. When they started talking about introducing me to the relatives and setting a wedding date, I realized I was in serious danger.

The second I managed to get him alone, I said, "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, so I'm going home." Realizing reasoning with them was impossible, I decided to leave on my own. But he grabbed my arm and barked, "You think you're gonna run away?" then started forcibly dragging me off. I fought back with everything I had, but I was no match for a man's strength, and he shoved me into a room and locked the door from the outside.

"Let me out!" I screamed, but no one opened the door, leaving me trapped in the room alone. I was in a nightmare scenario. Because we were out in the middle of nowhere, my phone had no cell service. Powerless to do anything, I just sat there in shock.

After a while, the door opened, and his mother stepped in. For a faint second, I foolishly hoped she might help me escape, but that tiny spark of hope was instantly crushed.

"Sign the marriage registration right now. Then I'll let you out." In her hand, she was actually holding an official marriage form.

Knowing there was no way I could stay in this house, I told her, "I can't do that. I won't marry him." She leaned in and snapped, "You think you can escape? This is my only chance to finally be freed from being a slave in this house—do you really think I'm going to let you get away?"

If I signed that paper, my life would be over. I stood my ground and adamantly refused, until his mother finally gave up, walked out, and locked the door behind her once more.

Late that night, knowing I had to escape no matter what, I searched the room and found a window hidden behind some furniture. I desperately shoved the heavy furniture aside, managed to climb out, and walked through the night until I finally reached the train station, escaping unharmed.

After that, he called and texted me every single day. "You think you can get away from me?" "I'll never forgive you." His messages were nothing short of outright threats.

Too terrified to return to my own apartment, I crashed at friends' places while moving around, and eventually relocated far away. With the help of a lawyer and a support organization, I managed to get away from him, but according to my friends, he's still searching for me. People have spotted him wandering around my old apartment building and lurking near my parents' house. My family keeps telling me to stay far away and stay hidden, so even now, I live in constant fear that he's going to find me.