Have mercy, please ~on abuse~

Your hand comes sharply across my face,
burning on impact, as my head snaps back,
nearly bringing whiplash.
It's as if I've forgotten everything, like I have no pride anymore
as I beg at your feet for mercy
trying to smooth everything over, as if it were my job
to make everything right.
I crawl away, and you make no noise
but I can feel you come up behind me,
bend your leg backwards,
and send it tumbling into my side.
I cry out from the agony, more from the shame.
As you finish your agression off on me,
I curl up into the fetal position
begging for someone to have mercy upon me.