My Husband , My Kidnapper
Highest Ranking #27 (25.11.2016)
It is the last day of summer, and I am walking under a blue prairie sky through the grounds of a medium-security prison in Prison, Turkey. It has been 18 years since I was raped, and I am on my way to meet my attacker.
Everyone has asked me why I want to meet him. I tell them. "Because I'd like to meet the man I've been in a relationship with for my entire life."
For myself, I want to even out the power imbalance between us, to sit across the table on my terms and look into his eyes. The meeting has been arranged by my therapist and also my husband and he has had several talks with the man, Kenan Ergenç, Known as the "Aga". He warns me about the Nirvana Outcome, which rarely happens and consists of the offender offering a heartfelt apology to his victims. I tell him that I am expecting no such thing.
Finally, he enters, walking with a cane. We stand. He offers me his hand.
"I'm Kenan. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Melek. Nice to meet you again."
It is the oddest thing to say. And yet it is true. In many ways the attack and being kidnapped taught me what I was made of, and for that, I am grateful. It is also not the first time we have met , we have lived together
18 Years Ago
" Til Death Do Us Part... or Until I Escape" I spit on his face.
" Try all you can angel face ,but at the end you will always be MINE and you will never escape from me" He smirked.
You grow up dreaming about your future, imagining the job and the family you will have. You decide which profession to choose, whom to marry, what to do with your life. But what if you don't have any choice? What if someone has already decided for you, and put their desires ahead of yours? Will you fight or accept your fate? A 28-year-old women tells us about a day when her dreams were taken away from her and replaced by nightmares.
Rape, violence , and abuse.