I had to leave the chapter midway yesterday, at the point where the uncle said the father had debts left. I got to see how the uncle was looking at the other child in the police station and knew what was coming. So I spent all night and morning thinking about this. In one hand I began making up what could happen. I figured that the uncle was going to take advantage of the mother being alone and -supposedly- uncertain and extort them to pay off the debts, resulting in more abuse and the conclusion we know. On the other, I couldn't stop feeling a twisted and churning horror wondering how the author was going to portray the next part. When I came back I got stuck repeatedly before I could finally read it. So now I just want to say. Damn. The plot was fire. The scene of the uncle discovering them made me shiver. Just being a pd was sh*t, now I'm sure I never hated a character as much as this one. Those damn doors. When I saw them passing, everything that was revolving in my mind came to light again. In the end, the horror of these scenes was as explicit as I made them to be.
I had to leave the chapter midway yesterday, at the point where the uncle said the father had debts left. I got to see how the uncle was looking at the other child in the police station and knew what was coming. So I spent all night and morning thinking about this.
In one hand I began making up what could happen. I figured that the uncle was going to take advantage of the mother being alone and -supposedly- uncertain and extort them to pay off the debts, resulting in more abuse and the conclusion we know.
On the other, I couldn't stop feeling a twisted and churning horror wondering how the author was going to portray the next part. When I came back I got stuck repeatedly before I could finally read it.
So now I just want to say. Damn. The plot was fire. The scene of the uncle discovering them made me shiver. Just being a pd was sh*t, now I'm sure I never hated a character as much as this one.
Those damn doors. When I saw them passing, everything that was revolving in my mind came to light again. In the end, the horror of these scenes was as explicit as I made them to be.