“My Father Beat Me Bloody While My Daughter Watched — But That Was the Last Time I Ever Let Them Control Me”

into the water.

Now they were being dragged underwater in handcuffs.

**Chapter 4: Without Mercy**

Two days later, it stopped raining.

Sunlight filled the kitchen.

I knelt on the floor with a sponge and hot water, scrubbing the last faint stain of my own blood from the white tile. When it was gone, I threw the sponge in the trash.

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