She smiled down at me and took hold of my hand. I don’t remember much after that but she told me we had been in a car accident and my parents didn�...�t survive. I do remember thinking this had to all be some kind of silly joke, my dad couldn’t be dead he was big and strong and my mum was too beautiful to die, they was young and good. Good people don’t die young! I kept asking where they were and when they would come see me. It wasn’t until the doctor came round and explained that I started to. I listened for a while and heard her voice again “ohhhh…. hmm. aahh”.I grew really suspicious now. I knew she was up to something but what it could be was the real question. I heard for a while and similar sounds were heard. Then I heard the sound of tap running, so I went back and sat on the bed and put my headphones on and acted as if everything was normal. She came out of the bathroom and looked normal and happy. I decided to check out a few more days just to be sure as to what is happening.. She went to the icebox and took out a bottle of vodka. She took off the cap and lifted it to her lips, swished the stuff around for a few seconds and swallowed it. It took me a moment to realize what she was doing, rinsing the taste of smoke away the best she could.She took out that handkerchief and inverted the bottle into it. The next thing I knew my face was lit up with a chill and then a burning sting as the drink met the edge of my lip. She wiped my mouth and cheek down firmly, without any. Whack, whack, whack. "Aarrrrrhh," Yvonne gasped and cried out as she wriggled about in her submissive position, sobbing in anguished, gasping tones that so delightfully showed her suffering, and yet she made no effort to move and save herself from further blows.Harry spaced out his spiteful blows, he hit her again and again and again, on and on and on, continuing to strike Yvonne, her every troubled gasp, her anguished cries, her tearful sobs all being so wonderfully stimulating to Harry's.