Sacrifice in the face of Trauma

"Please.," Beverly spoke with gritted teeth "Please,give me the antidote"

Mr Hill squatted to her level.

He held her chin.As much as she hated it and wanted to pull away,her mother's groans were a constant reminder of what was at stake.

"Not so fast,my dear" he smiled as he caressed her cheeks "It feels so good hearing you beg me with the same mouth you've used to curse me"

Unable to bear it anymore,she looked away from him.

"Don't be shy,your mom doesn't have much time left." he taunted "Beg properly,"

"How else do you want me to beg?" she sobbed "Please give me the antidote! Mother mustn't die!"

A hard slap sent her on the floor with a bleeding lips.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me,you good for nothing! It is up to you whether she dies or not."

"No,please" she crawled back to his feet "Please,please father...I am begging you,don't let mother die.She means everything to me,I can't live without her.Please don't take her away.Please,I am begging you at your feet." she sobbed har