Shaking and quivering in the corner, Sue kept her question and comments to herself. She was still not sure he was finished. IT all depended on what he was drinking. If it was rum – his “do-it” fluid -- then the nightmare had only began.
If he had been drinking whiskey he would be falling asleep very soon but if it was vodka – he could go on for hours and hours – kicking, punching, raping…it was the worst of the three.
Still in a state of shock, Sue jumped when she saw Mike coming over toward her. She ducked when his hand reached towards her face. This time, however, his touch to her bruised cheek was gentle and his words were soothing.
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