Tennessee.
The mother screams and screams in pain. She has never wailed like this before. She is crying too loud for the ears to handle yet she gets no pity.
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Yet today, it is different. He is using a belt. Funny. He has never done that before. What happened to the stick? Maybe it broke. The mother's back is not too tough though.
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She hides in the closet which is locked from outside. She hears the mothers screams. She feels nothing and not even a little remorse. She can do nothing but wait. She will do nothing.
What is amusing about this?
She thinks. She can say nothing. She has no room for opinion, he said. All she needs to do is stay quiet.
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It is a little game they play almost every night. This was told by him to her. She sees the scene through the little crack which acts like her little peep hole. She watches as the belt strikes the mothers back mercilessly. The scars that it leaves is not too pretty. It's is too red on her naked back and on her naked body. What might that feel like?
He likes her naked. He likes both of them naked. He would touch them everywhere. She found no joy in playing this little game but it made him happy. His happiness matters most, he said.
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The clever observer knows what's next. Yes, it is her turn now. She has never experienced the belt but he has assured her that it is not scary, not tough but just a little tingle. They have a little secret, you see. He has told her not to tell anyone. He has told her he will go easy on her and she smiles at the very thought.
He comes to open the closet door. Anytime, she'll look like the mother.
I will go easy on you.
He repeats himself. She smiles and is prepared for the belt.
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