He used to beat the bitch with the remote control. Until he
broke it and became so enraged that he used his hands. It was fists from then
on.
He’d beat her if she disappeared for a few minutes. He’d
beat her if she tried to let him know people were approaching the house. He’d
beat her if she destroyed her toys. He'd beat her so bad she began to lie on her
back and piss all over herself if he looked the least bit menacing. That’s when
he really started to beat her. That’s when the neighbors finally had enough and
called the city to have her taken away.
His wife did not condone the beatings, nor did she speak up
and ask him to stop. She had a good heart, but was too afraid that if she did
say something, she’d be the one running from his fists.
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