We didn’t watch and pay attention and he suffered. Now he is back home and he’s happy or he seems to be but something is… off putting about his ...emeanor. We need to know if something is wrong so we can be there to help,” I explain but Mark while nodding is skeptical. My children leave and the one that worries me in the situation is Abigail. She didn’t speak at all when I was talking to her siblings and she has been the first one to jump towards helping Guy when he was down. “Abby, what is it,”. Pushing the large double door aside I found an altogether well kept Manor House. The grand foyer was majestic, a large crystal chandelier hovered overhead and just beyond was a massive stairway that lead up to a second tier which had smaller stairs leading up to either side to walkways bordered with doors. To my left was a large open space with a path that wrapped behind the stairs to an identical space on the other side. With a flip of the coin I decided to go left. A large set of doors lead. ‘Mr. Kim, everything that happens here tonight is my choice.’ ‘You’re Sean Wallace, aren’t you?’ Silence. ‘What is it that you want?’ More silence. Kim reached to turn on the bedside lamp. He heard the breaking of his arm before he felt the excruciating pain. His scream was quickly muffled by a pillow over his face, almost as if the assailant had been prepared to quiet the resulting noise from the broken arm. It took several minutes for the pain to subside enough for the pillow to be removed,. "He wouldn't let me go. He called me a slut and I FELT like a slut all over again. The lighter was still in my hand. He screamed at me again, and I lit it and put it in the puddle of gas."She broke down then and sobbed. She covered her face with her hands as the sobs wracked her body. It was quiet in the courtroom, except for the sounds she was making. Eventually, by what appeared to be force of will, she began to stop crying. Her hands wiped at her face. She hadn't worn makeup, because she'd.