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ran down my back.
    “Well?” my uncle probed a little impatiently.
    “I’ve already said what I have to say,” I answered, my voice weak.
    “I could force you.”
    I shuddered. I did not want to imagine everything that he could force me to do. I had recently caught him, by chance, doing unspeakable things with a kitchen maid. I would not forget that image in a hurry. The girl was lying on her back on the dining table, her skirts pushed up and I could see the girl’s hairy sex. Uncle James was standing, with his trousers pulled down, between the girl’s spread legs, with his penis thrusting inside her again and again. Whilst doing that he was making repulsive grunting noises. Fortunately he had not seen me and I had stepped back very quickly. I really had no wish to become his next victim.
    Uncle James got up and walked round the table. My stomach cramped and my forehead was covered in beads of sweat.
    ‘God in Heaven, help me! What should I do?’
    I jumped up and moved away from my uncle until I felt the big walnut sideboard in my back, which brought an abrupt end to my attempt to distance myself from him. A small scream came from my lips and Uncle James grinned triumphantly.
    “I’ll soon work out how to tame you, my little bird. I’ll teach you how to serve me. Come and give your uncle a kiss, my little dove.”
    I screamed as he grabbed me by the upper arms and his face got closer and closer to me. I turned my head to the side so that his mouth only touched my cheek. And that was bad enough. Revolted, I fought against his attack. Sheer terror seized me as his rough maulers painfully squashed my breast whilst his fleshy lips placed disgusting, wet kisses on my neck, gradually moving towards my shoulder. I was trapped in a nightmare and my thoughts were colliding in their attempt to find a way out of this frightful situation. I knew that I was physically inferior to him. His brutal clinch left me no room to move although I tried with all my might.
    “Don’t fight me off, my little dove. You’ll like it,” he mumbled into my neck.
    “No! Leave me alone! I don’t want this! Stop it!” I demanded, defending myself desperately.
    There was no point, he was simply too strong. I had to do it another way somehow. In order to lure him into a sense of security I stopped struggling and, shuddering, did not stop him. As I expected, he released my arm and, with my freed hand a felt round for something to use as a weapon. Finally my fingers closed around a massive candle lighter. I pushed all scruples aside and mustered all my courage. With all my strength I hit him on the head with the lighter. He shouted and staggered backwards. Blood was running down his face and at first he looked at me in disbelief, then in anger. I knew that I had very little time, as I had not hit him hard enough to knock him out. I gathered my courage and fled from the dining room and up the steps to my room. Completely out of breath I closed the door behind me and pushed the heavy bolt across. My heart was pounding with fear and I felt shaky and close to fainting. Tears were running down my flushed cheeks, blurring my vision. I leant my back against the door and slowly collapsed. The shock from what I had just experienced, along with the deeply-seated pain of my loss, made me sob violently.
    A banging at the door pulled me together and my sobbing ceased.
    “Elizabeth! Open the door this minute!” ranted my uncle.
    “No! Go away!” I answered, my voice shaking. I felt sick. I stopped myself urging, but tasted the sour bitterness of bile. For a while there was silence. I listened breathlessly. Had he gone? I had not heard any footsteps moving away. All I could hear was the beating of my heart and the roaring of my pulse in my ears.
    “It’s all for your own good,” Uncle James’ voice was finally calm, almost soothing. “You’re just a weak woman and it’s impossible for you to run the estate alone. – I won’t hold your little