Cry For Me
*strike* i provide for you
*strike* i feed you
*strike* and this is how you repay me
*strike* calling me a bas- *stike* -tard *strike*
"please, stop" she mutters in a weak whisper "please" the leather of the belt stings her skin, making multiple cuts and bruises as Charles flings it with more and more force
*strike* have I been too good to you?
*strike* do I ask for too much?
*strike* you've grown wings
*strike* I've spoilt you
*strike* spoiled bitch
"Charles please stop" she cried, curling herself in a corner, in a failed attempt to block the belt from hitting her face.