My face red, tears rolling down my cheeks, my body shaking and curled up trying to protect itself but it didn't work. My Father's hand kept my hands i... place while the other one kept coming at my face. He was drunk again, way too drunk. I was crying, begging, pleading him to stop, but he didn't. My mother stood behind him yelling and screaming trying to pull him off me but he kept pushing her to the floor. "Shut up bitch!" he yelled at her, "Shut the fuck up!" Another blow on me.You're probably. He immediately drew all the curtains enveloping the room in darkness, it was in this darkness that he reassembled his rifle loading a single bullet into the chamber. ‘Never waste a bullet, never spill more blood than is necessary and never kill more people than required,’ he thought to himself. Moving quickly towards the window he parted the curtains slightly and opened the window enough for the muzzle to slip through. Taking a deep breath he sighted the spot where he would shoot his victim,. He started to take off his belt and Casey saw the opportunity to run but his dad was quick and grabbed Casey by the shirt, “now you've done it, boy.” He dragged Casey by the shirt to his room and tied him to his bed. “Dad please, I don't want to do this. I'll do anything else, just, please stop!” “No, you've been misbehaving today and I'm your father, I have the right to punish you as I see fit.” He took off his pants revealing his rock hard erection in his boxers. He got on the bed, straddling. He looked up at Guiot and snarled “Slay the witch!”Guiot gave a grim nod, set his lance, and charged towards the elf. Two dozen more knights broke ranks and formed a wedge behind him, intent on ending the witch and her fell magics. They thundered across the snow towards her, and Boulet gave a savage smile.The woman did not seem concerned. She stood calmly before the charge, still chanting, blue runes swirling around her in a thick cloud. It almost seemed now that the ceaseless chant had an edge.