The bruised and wounded child cried after Mother Mao hurled him to the ground. The child curled his body while whimpering. He raised his tied-up little arms over his head, trying to protect it while the madwoman continued to rain down blows on him.
"I think that's enough," Father Mao said as he tried to pull his wife away.
He hated the child's parents for destroying his daughter's life, but this was all too much. Originally, he planned on just frightening the child to fulfill their end of the bargain with the woman in a floral dress, but his wife immediately raised her hand on the poor child.
"Go out if you can't stand it!" Mother Mao snapped at him.
The child was dragged across the floor. But before she could start another wave of strikes, they heard the sound of gunshots and people shouting outside. Even the kidnappers started fleeing, but it was all too late.
