Chapter 10 b Rain

After a few short moments, the doctor said, “that’s enough. Stop.”

But, it hadn’t been enough. Iggy drank still, ignoring the demands to stop. He was close to becoming satisfied when the pressure of a beating stick whacked him right on the top of his head. He unlatched his jaw and scattered back to the furthest corner with his arms crossed over his chest. He swallowed whatever was left in his mouth and covered his lips with his palm.