What a load of crap about doing it for her benefit.
That was her father's favorite pen, his treasured ancient books, the Jade Guanyin her mother would see every day upon coming home, the antique lamp on the desk, the redwood cabinet used for twenty years as part of her dowry.
Her screams and cries were pointless, even after calling the police, they would twist the facts in front of the officers, saying bad things about her, suggesting she hadn't been raised properly by her parents, claiming these items were meant to be gifts from her parents before they passed, and accusing her, a naive young girl, of framing them.
When it came to domestic issues, the police would only muddle things through.
Even after the police left, they would slap her face for being ungrateful and lacking manners.
The abuse, curses, and beatings had been too much for her, waking up every day in tears, as they even wanted to discard her parents' portrait, claiming it brought bad luck to the house.
