Her hands were shaking, trembling from the usual ritual of violent acts. No matter how many times, no matter how many slaps, the same terrified shakes that rack her whole body, seemed to submurge. Quietly sitting in the dark corner of her desolant room she would cry. Tears streaming from the sides of her eyes, to slowly make their way down her soft and innocent face. A face that had taken so much torment, beating, and scornning. Now a face that boar the evidence of unforgivable sins, and that...