"This girl just didn't cry enough. What do you say, hubby? Should we continue a little longer?"
"Yes, my wife."
Same excuse every day. More torture for not crying enough. My voice is hoarse from crying. Can't you see I'm not crying anymore? First cut, second cut, third cut. Don't touch my body, mother, please... What have I done to you to deserve this?
Today's session is over. Now they have a special ceremony for them. They satisfy each other, they force me to watch. I hate you so much that I want to swim in your blood.
"I want to die," I whispered. He was fighting with himself, I could see it. Would he hate me? Or would he finally really open his arms to me?
