Clover's Beatings: Difference between revisions
m
→top: replaced: “ → " (3), ” → " (3)
m (→top) |
m (→top: replaced: “ → " (3), ” → " (3)) |
||
Line 1:
Clover never liked me. Although she wanted me to call her 'mom', I only did that when she was around, to avoid another beating. Oh? I didn't mention those yet... allow me to elaborate: Clover is my
From that day forward, the beatings got worse and worse, she began using everything she could, from whips to knives. The worst part was that I was also
Fast forward ten years, and I was sick of it.
It felt good. Not the laughter, though. I have to thank Clover for one thing. She showed me my new hobby.
|