‘Have you wet the bed again, you little shit?’ His father took off his belt with vengeance and then strapped his backside repeatedly.

Francis cried out, ‘Na please, Dada, I’m sorry.’ The tears were streaming down his terrified little face.

The big man went to the drawer and took out the large dressmakers scissors.





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