Laughing as he choked me

Feeling my belly grumble, I knew exactly what I fancied.

‘Takeaway?’

I asked my boyfriend Kenny.

‘No, it’s unhealthy. You need to exercise more,’ he grunted.

I felt my cheeks burn.

It was February 2017 and me and Kenny, then 26, had been together for six months.

At first, he was cheeky and charming.

A semiprofessional rugby player, his muscles rippled.

He’d won me over after we met in a bar.

I loved his good looks, his witty banter.

But recently, he’d been different, more controlling.