He had done this several times a day for the past week and she vividly recalled each instance.The whip would come next. It always did. She remembered ...how he would call her his slave while he beat her. Angry welts would form on her belly, breasts and thighs. Welts that must fade quickly as none were in evidence right now but painful welts nonetheless.As painful as it was, she wasn't allowed to cry out in pain. She wasn't allowed to beg for mercy or promise any particular behavior, she wasn't. 'You heard your mamma girl, get those pretty little panties off', and as he spoke, he turned his head back and looked at my mother, who just sat there frozen to my pleas, her shaking hand gripping her glass, she was picking up on the powerful sexual tones now firing this bestial man, she was caught up in his lusting for me.'Do as he says', she said, her voice thick like treacle, 'Do everything he says, he is your daddy from now on'.There was a powerful undertone rippling across the room, even. And my style tended towards the percussive as well. But yeah, our only witnesses were future band members. Belle and the first two brothers. If it’s about starting over, maybe she could talk to them about what they saw and heard. I don’t know if I have much perspective. I was in it, just trying to be good enough for what Eddie deserved.”“Did you know how great he was?”“He’s always been great. But the songwriting, I knew it kept getting better, but again I was in it. I think the first time I. I wasn't used to this. She even asked Elaine, Angela, and Mary to join us as she replayed portions of the tape. Most of what she had to say was directed to the cameramen and sound tech. There was a sloppy cut that the mixer got called on. I was surprised when she pointed out a couple things I was doing that were also problems and at one point played back a portion where there was noise from the prep kitchen. She asked us each to work on our parts so we would have a flawless performance next.