His hand found its way to her face, the blow stinging, sure to 显示 in black and blue the 下一个 day.
“Useless. Helpless. Troublesome child.” The man snarled as he looked down at his daughter trembling in the corner. Her head buried in her hands—in an ineffective attempt to child herself from the man’s hard fists. Of course when he couldn’t strike her face he settled for a 迅速, 斯威夫特 kick to her ribs cage. A kick just hard enough to lay her face down on the floor. She wouldn’t cry this time.
Another kick, this time to the head. “Weak, pathetic, waste of space.” He bellowed words slurred...