"Stop, please..." I croaked.
My voice barely above a whisper.
I felt so humiliated.
So degraded...
That I could barely get a single word out.
"STOP!" Dad roared, sobbing, his whole body convulsing. "Please Marcello, stop speaking to my daughter like this."
"You..." Marcello hissed.
He lunged towards my father, and began punching him repeatedly.
"No, stop!" I screamed bloody murder, as I watched him beat my father black and blue. "Please Marcello, stop!"
I wept uncontrollably.
"This bastard needs teaching a lesson," he snarled.
"I'll do whatever you say, just please, don't hurt my father!" I wept.
Marcello ignored my comment, only adding more fuel to the fire.
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