The story that emerged from all the investigations was that Vanessa’s father was solely responsible for that fire as he was the first time all those...years ago. That first fire had seen the man convicted and sentenced accordingly. This fire, however, would see him sentenced to far a more secure prison cell than any human hands could ever build.What had finally taken Blake Benson’s life in this fire were the falling rafters from the roof. The man had only just risen from the floor having been. He shoved her so she fell to the floor, chair and all, with a loud crack. She screamed. He spun to me. "She not just a girl! She's a culture girl." She writhed on the floor, still screaming, still bound do the chair. He turned his back to her and walked to me. "The slave of a culture girl might cry, when we carve on her. But from a culture girl herself I expect better." He reached and touched my stitches. "I know. Until she stops crying, I'll torture you. Do you hear that, little thing? I. .i was tired…she just took it to her lips and sucked. I just jumped aside next to her..she said son now you are grown up. I loved what mom did, next day when reva aunty and saranya aunty were sitting in home chatting with my mom, after returning from home I sat next to mom, and whispered in ears of mom, mummy send these aunty home soon, I want you to pump my cock, mom laughed not now..go to room, finish your homework , in night she said..i said please mummy please..both aunties laughed..and. Mommy was still not very happy, but slowly the punishments stopped. Shortly after the little girl turned 11 mommy got very sick and had to be put in the hospital. She was a devoted daughter and hardly ever left mommys side during those 3 weeks. The day came when mommy knew that she would die soon. She made the little girl promise to be very obedient and always good. She reminded her daughter that naughty little girls got punished harshly. The little girl nodded her head adamantly and swore an.