When Jane Elliott was four years old, the nightmare began. She became the helpless victim of a sociopath--bullied, dominated, and sexually abused by a man only fourteen years her senior: her stepfather. For nearly two decades she was held prisoner, both physically and emotionally. But at the age of twenty-one she escaped . . . and then she fought back.

The Little Prisoner is the shocking, astonishing, and ultimately uplifting true story of one woman's shattering twenty-year ordeal--and how she triumphed against an evil and violent human monster when honesty and bravery were her only weapons.

From five years old, Abbie didn't know who she was supposed to be. To deal with her lack of identity she turned to self-harm, using it as a form of control. Eventually she began the painstaking process of stopping her behavior and discovering who she was in Christ. In her stark autobiography Abigail Robson deals with the delicate and often misunderstood issues of self harm, bulimia and anorexia. Dispelling the often held belief that 'cutting' is purely attention seeking behaviour the book offers first hand insight into the torment which many people suffer in an attempt to cope with the reality of everyday day life. Robson is disarmingly honest at times as she takes the reader through her journey through self hatred, insecurity and desire for control to forgiveness, acceptance and ultimate freedom through Christ. Abigail offers hope without trivializing the immense struggles involved in breaking free from this desperate, lonely and destructive cycle.

Maria es una mujer que se debate entre los viajes y la busqueda de sus suenos. Una mujer que, entre 1981 y 2011, lucha contra la violencia machista de su esposo.

Siempre dando oportunidades, cruzando una y otra vez la frontera de los suenos, buscando algun sitio donde echar raices. Una y otra vez, su mano abierta incrustada en mi cara, una y otra vez la bebida no le hace recordar.

Decidi que ya no permitiria mas abuso verbal, fisico y psicologico. Ya no hay flores que valgan, ya no quiero escuchar "El Te Amo de la Violencia." Ya no se veran caer mas lagrimas por las mejillas de mis hijas.