"Well then, have at it."I didn't know what to do."You need help?"I didn't say anything."Is it just my panties or nighties, or did you want to try on e...erything?"There was no point lying to her. I admitted I was curious about it all."Then let's do it," she said.I still didn't know what to do. It was tense and awkward."I'll help," she said. "What's your style? Conservative? Business? Slutty?" Don't lie to me," she said after a pause."Kind of slutty," I admitted."Now we're getting somewhere. All. Sarah's mother just stared at him with scared, wide eyes. Not even tears fell from her eyes. She seemed almost completely removed from her welted and bruised body.Sarah's father aimed a hard kick at her, 'Go fucking drink yourself to death you and whore out your body you piece of trash, it's no use to me anyway.' he growled at her as he stormed from the room.As an 11 year old girl, I had witnessed my father's cruel acts of violence on my mother for many years. Sometimes in his enraged state, if. Grandpa had his hands around her neck and pulling her into a deep open mouthed kiss while his other was squeezing her melons and passion in them was raw and uncontrolled that their saliva was dripping out on to her nighty out of their mouths as they chewed on each others lips like dogs. Mom was clearly enjoying the attention she was getting as he started kissing her neck and licking her ears. Mom literally trembled as he starting chewing and licking her ear lobes as she hugged and took him into. ”Elinore holds her arm closer to the wall. “What is it?” She asks.“These etchings. Their braille, it’s a kind of written language for people who have trouble seeing things.”“So, can you read it?”“Well, yes and no. You need to touch them to read them, but considering I’m an armlet I can’t do that.”Elinore scratches her head. “Then how do we solve this? What even is the question we’re supposed to be solving?”“A touch language,” Bonny says rubbing her fingers across the wall. “Well, what is it.