He begged me to stop this. I remember clothes being torn and closed curtains. I couldn't move, every time, hands so useless, dangling at both sides. I kept crying.
It was always dark, perhaps the middle of the night and he kept screeching and screaming. I couldn't watch, my eyelids more safe. Welcoming every time THAT happened. It would have been no use to interfere, my strength nothing then. Could break nuts and open cans so easily but that was it. Nothing more. Couldn't even put my foot down, even for him, for crying out loud.
No, I'm sure I hadn't seen HER come before. It was the first night, you know. Afterwards, it did repeat. But no, nothing prior. You could've called us a sweet little family before, no blood relation though. But that one night and then, all the others, even though I still don't understand why, something broke. Perhaps HER boss had gotten angry or other rubbish like that. SHE was a monster and no helpful theories of yours will ever change that.
Am I angry? Quite frankly, yes. I'm infuriated. But I think this' the end of today's session. We've got an eternity now to talk to each other. No need to give away all the aces today. Go, get your papers and shoooo! I'm finished, doc.