A businessman has told how he was tortured and branded with a red-hot iron by his partner when he refused her sex.
Ian McNicholl, 54, was also bludgeoned with a bar, had burning cigarettes pushed up his nostrils, was repeatedly struck in the face with a mobile phone and endured a hammer attack.
On another occasion boiling water was poured over his groin.During the 18 months of sickening abuse, Ian suffered cracked ribs, a fractured skull, broken cheekbones and a smashed nose. He has undergone surgery on numerous occasions.
According to the Birmingham Mail, Michelle, 45 and from Wolverhampton, was handed a seven year prison sentence for causing grievous bodily harm in 2009 and is now free.
Alan, a strapping six foot and 13 stone when the ordeal began, still carries the physical and mental scars.
“She got off on the violence because there was never any remorse,” he said. “She’d do it, then send me out for cigarettes. She definitely got off on it.”,.
“She was calmly ironing on one occasion,” recalled Ian. “She pulled the plug and placed the iron on my left forearm and shoulder. She said ‘Stand up and take your t-shirt off or I’ll steam your face’.”
Ian, incredibly, did what she asked. He was then branded between the shoulder blades.
The abuse began four months after the pair met by chance at Birmingham’s New Street Station.
Michelle thrashed Ian across the face with a vacuum cleaner lead after he refused to reveal sexual details of a previous relationship.
Typically, Michelle would horse-whip her partner with a mobile phone if he refused sex.
She’d ram it in my face,” he said. “She’d rant ‘You don’t love me enough, you have five minutes to be ready for sex’.
“That, of course, is the last thing on your mind. Then she’d say ‘You now have four minutes, three minutes...’
“At the end of five minutes she’d blocked out what she had done.
His ordeal only ended after a neighbour raised the alarm following an orgy of violence that saw Ian struck with a phone, a metal bar from a rowing machine and a hammer.Michelle had warned her partner to blame bruises on fictitious heavies chasing an unpaid gambling debt.
“When the police van came she ran downstairs,” he recalled.
“She said ‘What has Ian done this time? I’ll bet he’s been gambling’.
“In the van, I gave a made-up description of two men. The officer asked me to roll up my sleeve and it was a real mess – it was purple all the way down to my fingers.
“He said ‘I don’t believe you, I believe the person who did this is inside that house right now’.As a kid, you blow up a balloon, then slowly let the air out and flatten it. That was what it felt like. Where I found the energy to say that ‘Yes’ I do not know. It took so much energy.”
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