The combined pain of Andrea ramming the pipe into his ass again and again, and the punches I was landing on him, made him scream louder than ever. Then I said to him in a menacing voice, and one in which I had NEVER spoken in, “You WILL respect me now, motherfucker!” Andrea came down and dragged my dad over to the hanging chains that I had been on so many times before. Indian Sex When they said that, my dad looked as if he were about to have a heart attack. But after what you did to the people that I love, I cannot, and will not forgive you, EVER!”
I went back to my seat and saw that he was silently crying. I saw once again, all the beatings, the whippings, the torture, the pain, the suffering. I unchained him and hit him some more. I don’t think there was a single moment in my life when he was sober, up until the day I was face-to-face with him in court. This further drove my dad to beat up on me.
