Crossing the Extreme Rampage

One night a few days later.

Zhao Yong suddenly hugged Tang San from behind, and began to touch her and kiss her.

Tang San was making the bed, had done a day's work, plus he was still in confinement, his body was tired and achy, and he struggled with conditioned reflex, "What are you doing, I'm not feeling well."

Zhao Yong was annoyed for a moment, grabbed Tang San's wrist, turned her around, and slapped her hard on the face, Tang San's nosebleed was immediately blown out, and his ears "buzzed" as well. "What am I doing? What do you think a man can do? I married you not for display. Now I want to fuck you, but I can't have a son. Why don't you make me feel good?"

Then Zhao Yong pushed Tang San down on the bed, roughly ripped off her pants, then fiercely thrust his ugly and ferocious thing into Tang San's body fiercely, twitching a few times, " Damn, the place is loose after having a baby, and it's not as good as it used to be..."

Tang San's private parts hadn't healed due to the childbirth, and being treated like this suddenly by Zhao Yong was like inserting a knife. The pain made her body tremble, and she burst into tears, begging, "Zhao Yong, don't, don't do this For me, I hurt, I really hurt, can you let me go?"

Tang San began to cry, and the daughter beside him also cried, crying heartbreakingly.

"Fuck you, it's a good thing to spoil me." Zhao Yong was irritated when he heard it, and pulled the quilt over to cover his daughter, covering her tightly.

Tang San was worried that his daughter would be smothered to death, and struggled even harder, "Let go of me, Zhao Yong, she is your daughter, she is your own daughter, how can you bear it?"

Zhao Yong refused to give in, grabbed Tang San's hands and pressed them on top of his head, continuing his abuse, "So what about my own daughter, she will not be the kind to be fucked by others in the future, just like you, so despicable."

Tang San saw his daughter's crying gradually subsided, anxious and frightened, his voice was painful, begging, sad, "Zhao Yong, my daughter will die, you let me save her, let me save her, please... ..."

Zhao Yong was furious immediately, grabbed Tang San's hair, and slapped her across the face, "How can I save her, let her die, lose money, useless waste!" Seeing Tang San crying more and more fiercely, he felt even more refreshed. Obscene and disgusting, "Bitch, cry, I like to hear you cry."

Hearing that his daughter's cries were about to stop, Tang San broke free with great strength in desperation, bit Zhao San hard, then pushed him away, knelt and crawled at the fastest speed with fear on his face In the past, he tore off the quilt from his daughter.

The daughter's face was already blue at the moment, and she almost, almost died of suffocation.

Tang San felt relieved and rescued his daughter, but what awaited her was a crueler fate.

Zhao Yong was pushed away, furious, and when he came back to his senses, he grabbed Tang San's hair tightly, let her drag him over, and slapped her vigorously, ten or twenty times in a row before stopping, gritted his teeth and said, "You bitch, you still dare to push me, let's see if I don't beat you to death."

Tang San's face was covered in blood from the beating, red, swollen and bruised.

Zhao Yong was still angry, went to the door of the house and picked up a stick as thick as a baby's arm, came back and beat Tang San fiercely, Tang San was beaten all over the ground, blood oozing from his body, there was no good place.

It wasn't until the stick was broken that Zhao Yong slammed the door angrily and went out.

Tang San lay dying on the ground, and after a long, long time, he moved lightly and got up from the ground.

At this moment, only a thin single garment was hanging precariously on her body, her lower body was naked, and the blood dripping from her lower body had already pooled on the ground, and when she stood up, it left along her thighs, left behind after taking a step A bloody footprint.

Tang San tried his best to climb onto the bed, his hair was disheveled, half of his face was bruised, and the corner of his mouth was bloody, he hugged his daughter into his arms, his eyes were dull, fearful, and painful, "Daughter, you are the only warmth of mother, mother My dear will protect you."

Being beaten and scolded gradually became the norm.