There is no going or swerving back now. I have to go on with this and end wherever it is that it is going to take me. I mean it!"Very good then," the ...man smiles gladly and happily. Sh*t! He doesn't know what is lying in store for him, or does he? Seemingly not! Otherwise he would have ... attacked and assailed me. Good thing he does not on my part. Yeah ... good thing indeed!I cannot escape this right now. It is quite pretty late; and we have to face the consequences and results, I guess. Real. No, that would interfere with other activities. Maybe I could have her vocal cords surgically removed."I just don't think..." Okay," she said and her face fell. "I understand."I felt like I'd just taken a candy cane from a baby.Mom looked in. "Tony, could I see you in the kitchen for a minute?" Just a sec," I said. I turned back to Traci. "So who are you going out with?" I asked, trying to make her forget about the play."Casey Morgan," she mumbled. "I'd better finish getting ready." She. ’ He crooked his head towards the spittle glistening on the bedframe. ‘We’ll get out before anyone decides to come down for a spot check.’ I nodded. It didn’t really matter anymore. In a week, the shelter would be closed anyways and we’d have to find a new place for the nights. I’d just run from habit, it seemed Dad was always doing things to get us in trouble. From the jovial glint in his eye, public spitting was the least of my worries. ‘What’ve you done now?’ I asked, squinting as he. She rips off all his clothes. Then she takes some leg manacles out of the closet and shackles his ankles to the eyebolt. Next she ties his hands in front of him with a cord. Then she holds him by the hair and beats him with one of his father’s belts. She beats him until he has numerous welt marks on his back, buttocks and thighs. Then she leaves him lying on the bare floor and crying. She takes his clothes with her when she goes. The next afternoon she comes into the room and takes off the.