“May I change in the bathroom?” I asked. When I went to their bedroom door, I could hear the slap of his belt on her flesh. BeePorn I was too weak,” she cried. Maybe some music would help. “Two!”
He had never beaten me this severely. God knows I had seen them enough times. “A wife’s job is to serve her husband, right, Becky?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. As she was drying my hair, we could hear sirens in the distance. All the insults, all the beatings I had suffered growing up were nothing compared to this act of degradation. “Nine! I’m sorry I didn’t do more to protect you. “You’re all grown up, Becky. You think I’m some kind of pervert? I carried it into the living room and set it on the coffee table. My mother was trussed up the same way. “Put your weapon down! No, all she’s getting is the belt. Oh shit! Mom’s snoring seemed loud, even when I had closed the bathroom door. I knew he was going to beat the shit out of me.
