Thirty three.
Are you feeling better ?
Thirty four.
This is my fault. Yeah, I deserve this, all of this. Papa is right. Please don't be sad, mama. Papa cannot control himself, so let it be. Papa will untie you soon, after he has done what he need to do. Please be patient, mama.
Are you tired papa ? You can take a rest. I can see the sweat on your forehead. This doesn't hurt, yes it doesn't hurt. I am alright, don't worry me papa. I am perfectly fine. You can continue.
Thirty five.
I am used to it, I cannot feel any pain anymore. Papa is doing this because he loves me. Papa is hitting Lucy because he loves Lucy. I know it. Lucy loves papa too.
Thirty six.
Please don't cry, mama. If papa know you are crying, he may hit you too. I don't want to see mama suffer. I want mama to be happy too, so don't cry mama. You and I, will be freed soon, very soon.
Thirty seven.
Me ? Nah, I don't care. It is different, mama is mama, and me is me. Mama may not abide the pain, but to me, the pain is nothing, no, I cannot feel pain. See these scars ? I've forgotten the taste of pain. I am not afraid of them anymore. I have plenty of them.
Thirty eight. Thirty nine. Forty. Ten more to go. You can do this, Lucy !
Forty one.
Well, I don't know much but, I know that the only way that papa knows how to show his love is to hit us. The bruises are marks of love. They symbolize so much to me. So I will not stop him, and stand in this corner. Go with the flow. It will end pretty soon, I guess.
Forty two.
Papa must be hurting. I can see his hands, aching, his hands are bright red. All because he loves me. The harder he hits, the deeper of love is shown. He is beating me so hard that his hands are aching. Look at the sweat sliding from his neck. He is panting. Poor papa. He must be stressed...
Forty three... forty four.
But mama doesn't understand. She wants papa to stop it, for my sake. I am not receiving any harm from papa, then why stop it ? Can't mama see that he is enjoying it ? If hitting her daughter gives papa pleasure and makes him happy, then why not ?
Forty five. Five more.
I don't know how to convince mama. She thinks that I don't like all that punching and slapping, but I don't care. I don't care as long papa is happy. But I want mama to be happy too. Don't struggle, there is no use to struggle mama. Maybe this is quite unacceptable to you, but you will get use to it, like me.
Four more to go.
Dad is giving me a useful lesson. Maybe this is the right way to show love. Maybe this makes people to feel better. And maybe, maybe someday, I will try this method...
Three.
My face is numb. My body isn't responding. My legs are paralysed. I cannot feel much by now. But this is temporary, right ? It won't be any longer...
Two. Come on. You can do this.
The red liquid which is dripping from above blurred my vision. I wipe my eyes and stand still. Papa will finally end it...
Last one. Finally.
Papa kicks my stomach and I fall on my knees. My hand tries to grab on something, to balance my body. I feel so happy. Thanks god. Thanks god. I want to cheer out loud but I have no strength to do so. But he has put an end to this. Finally. It's over. IT'S OVER.
F-fifty one ?
Papa usually give fifty hits, no more, no less. But what is happening ?
Fifty two.
This is real. Maybe this is real. Maybe it is just a dream. I don't know. Maybe papa is a bit angry today, so I have to bear more hits. Papa wasn't like this. He is usually gentle and nice...no lie. If I lie, papa will...
Fifty three.
If hitting me can comfort him a bit, I don't mind. It's worth. Then...
Fifty...four.
...as you wish.
The blonde girl stood up again, ready for the incoming beats. She grinned tiredly.
I ...I don't really care, not a bit...
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...
...
It's over.
Abusing a child will harm both his/her physical and mental health. Don't underestimate the damage level to the child. I guess this was why Lucy Ashley grew to be violent. Maybe I am wrong.