A leather belt. A metal buckle. The sound of a whip. A whimper. Blood, on the walls, on the body, on the belt. Another whip. Whimpering. Knees on the ground, body curled defensively. A whiff of drugs and alcohol. Sirens in the distance. Flickering lights above. The shrill of the television. Whip. A maniac smirk. Malicious intent. Blood. Television. Too much. Too much. Not enough, not good enough. Never good enough. Crying.
Whip.
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