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left, and I had nearly completed the packing. I had read alone in the attic for the most part, watching Gaston come and go several times each day. But when he came to the house that morning, he did not knock. I watched him creep around the yard but did not hear the knocking.
    Each night when I finished packing, I used the locks my father had installed. The sound of a door opening told me I had forgotten the night before.
    Gaston approached, making only a slight noise, creeping along the floorboards as they announced him. I froze, stopping dead in my tracks. I could not see him, but I knew he was in the house.
    I slid along the doorframe, holding my body tightly to the wall. He walked past the doorway, as if he didn't see me but grabbed at me the moment I thought I might be in the clear.
    I screamed but he just shook me and shouted in my face, “Where is Maurice?”
    “Gone, far away from here and you.” I shoved him back.
    His hand came up like he might backhand me but he paused and his eyes filled with something resembling hatred. “You tell me where he is.”
    “Gone. He left the day after you came here.” I shuddered at the memory. “He said I don't have to marry you!” I regretted saying it the moment I did.
    His eyes widened and he turned me over his knee, lifting my dress as I was flung face first toward the floor.
    I stopped just short of eating the wooden floorboards as my undergarments were ripped down, scraping across the fronts of my thighs. I kicked and squirmed but it was no use. His meaty hand caressed my exposed flesh for a moment and then was gone. I shivered as his body tensed and the hand came down, smacking hard on my bottom. I screamed but it was no use.
    “Scream, scream for me. No one can hear you.” His hand came down again. I squirmed and kicked, thrashing harder, but all it did was tighten his grip upon my arms and back as he pinned me to his legs. His hand came down again, echoing the smacking sounds off the walls of the silent cottage.
    Hot tears flooded my eyes but I refused to let them out. I refused to cry for him as he berated me.
    “You are forcing me to teach you your place! A woman bows before her man—her lord!”
    Smack.
    “You will learn to behave like a proper wife!”
    Smack.
    “I will have your respect!”
    Smack.
    His hand rested on my flaming cheeks as soft whimpers and sobs fell from my parted lips. He massaged and groped the tender flesh, taking every ounce of dignity I had left.
    “And you will learn that all of this is mine.” His words were growled. His fingers ventured between my cheeks, making me clench but his grip on me tightened. “You will let me touch you and you will not fight me, ever again.”
    A scream ripped from me as he pressed everywhere—hard, until I unclenched and allowed his passage.
    I stared at the puddle forming on the floor from the tears I didn’t know I had cried and the spit that had drooled from my lips as his fingers found their way between my cheeks again.
    There was no stopping the trembling or sobbing, but I remained as still as I could and ever so silent as his finger pressed into my exposed lips. He trailed his finger back and forth, dragging them through my wet sex. “You dirty bitch, you like it. Your pussy is soaked from being beaten. I knew you were my sort of girl.” He slathered his finger in my wetness so his passage inside me would be easier. I tensed a little as he circled my hole before slipping his finger in. The girth of his fat finger wasn't half his cock and I was already in agony.
    “Nice and tight, just as I suspected.” He pushed his finger all the way in until I winced as he hit something. “And a virgin. I knew your pussy would be all mine.” He pumped the finger, making feelings I didn't want to register. “You like that, don't you? You’ll like it when I fuck you.”
    I squeezed my eyes shut and wished it were over already, hating the fact there was something about my body that agreed with him and his