I was happily married until the closeness I shared with a male coworker made my husband blind with jealousy. He would pick me up at work unannounced, read my text messages and intercept my phone calls.
I sat up one night while he slept, considering a stun gun after he would not allow me to join a company training outside the city. I tried to reason with him but he only insisted to go with me.
I made as if a gal pal of mine needed moral support and called on her. This bothered my husband the least as it took me away from my job. The truth was her Stun Master Stun Gun was what I came to see.
Were it not for a distrustful husband I might later have to stop with a stun gun, I never gave personal security tools the time of day. I do know I can trust the Stun Master name as my dad owns one item among its merchandise.
We got on the internet from my pal's house. I learned that a particular combination of high voltage and low amperage made the Stun Master Stun Gun deliver a potent but non-lethal stunning force.
I favored the small, 4.5 inch high Stun Master Stun Gun with 100,000 volts. It suited my petite hands perfectly. Other variations were 200,000 and 300,000 volts in various lengths.
My pal was kind enough to offer her address for the next day delivery. I dropped by to retrieve the stun gun before heading home, not realizing I would use it within weeks after my husband, intoxicated, walked into the bedroom and battered me.
My spine endured his kicking, and my face, his blows. He even jerked my head repeatedly. I grabbed my stun gun hidden beneath the mattress and fired twice. I had him arrested, vowing never to let him lay a finger on me again.
I sat up one night while he slept, considering a stun gun after he would not allow me to join a company training outside the city. I tried to reason with him but he only insisted to go with me.
I made as if a gal pal of mine needed moral support and called on her. This bothered my husband the least as it took me away from my job. The truth was her Stun Master Stun Gun was what I came to see.
Were it not for a distrustful husband I might later have to stop with a stun gun, I never gave personal security tools the time of day. I do know I can trust the Stun Master name as my dad owns one item among its merchandise.
We got on the internet from my pal's house. I learned that a particular combination of high voltage and low amperage made the Stun Master Stun Gun deliver a potent but non-lethal stunning force.
I favored the small, 4.5 inch high Stun Master Stun Gun with 100,000 volts. It suited my petite hands perfectly. Other variations were 200,000 and 300,000 volts in various lengths.
My pal was kind enough to offer her address for the next day delivery. I dropped by to retrieve the stun gun before heading home, not realizing I would use it within weeks after my husband, intoxicated, walked into the bedroom and battered me.
My spine endured his kicking, and my face, his blows. He even jerked my head repeatedly. I grabbed my stun gun hidden beneath the mattress and fired twice. I had him arrested, vowing never to let him lay a finger on me again.
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