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    Gaston dragged me through the garden to the door at the back of the mansion. He ripped it open and hauled me through the dining room and parlor, speaking harshly to the servants in the halls, “Miss Belle has been abandoned by her father! She is very upset but will be staying with us! We are not to be disturbed!”
    My feet hardly touched the floor as he climbed the stairs, but my eyes could not avoid the face of the girl at the back of the hall. She was younger than me. She blushed and lowered her gaze, wincing as if she knew my fate. As if she had already shared this fate with me. As a peasant, a daughter of no one, she would have been a fair target for a man like Gaston, akin to the barmaid I had watched him assault.
    My lip trembled as he pulled me inside the large wooden door and slammed it.
    He released me, making blood start to find its way back into my numb arm. My shoulder ached from all the dragging and violence. My butt still screamed from the beating he had given me.
    I had never been manhandled in my life.
    Nor had I witnessed such abuses.
    I could feel the end of my sanity. It was lingering in the forefront of my brain. I could not stop my jaw from trembling nor my eyes from watering as he unlaced his shirt and sighed, running a huge hand through his greasy hair.
    “Now, I want this to be very civilized. I don't like it when women cry. If you do you will be punished. Do you understand me?” His words were soft, perhaps the softest I had ever heard from him.
    I nodded, complacent and terrified.
    “Say it.”
    The words fell from my shaking lips, “I understand.”
    “Excellent.” He nodded, speaking as though he agreed with my wine selection. “I am going to fuck you now. Go and lie on the bed.” He was indifferent and nonthreatening as he pointed at the large bed but refused to meet my gaze. He untied his pants, again releasing his cock. It was flaccid and small, but still too large for me to imagine inside me. Not when his fingers had hurt. He stroked it and was starting to get hard again as his trousers slipped down his thick thighs. “I am going to fuck you and impregnate you. You will bear me sons, many sons.” He spoke as if he was lost in the daydream of us and our many sons .
    My mouth dropped as my head twitched.
    I glanced at the doorknob next to my left hand. Without even contemplating the outcome, I reached for it, turning and flinging the door open. I didn't scream or make a sound. I ran.
    I ran hard.
    With blurry vision and a dry mouth, I fled from the room, from the stairs, from the hall, and finally from the same doors I had come in. I ran hard for the woods, still not making a sound but listening for him.
    My house shoes dug in as my feet pushed and my mind screamed, begging me to go faster. My lungs felt as if they might explode but I didn't care. I would rather die here in the woods of exploded lungs before I would tolerate being touched by him for one more second, let alone being impregnated by him.
    I didn't run toward my house. Instead, I ran for the road my father had taken to leave the town, and made the quick decision to abandon our things at the house.
    The sun was setting and the forest grew dark and frightening, but I didn't give up until I saw the road.
    I burst from the forest, stumbling and falling into the dirt. I heaved my breaths for a moment before I heard his voice screaming my name.
    My feet ached and my throat hurt, but I shoved myself up and started running again, this time along the road so I could go faster. I knew he would have gone back for a horse and some men so I pushed myself.
    My legs burned and begged for reprieve but I didn't relent. I ran until I reached a bridge. I hurried below it, instead of crossing. I knew my legs would give out soon enough and hiding was better than being run down.
    I heaved and shook as I sat, rocked by the disbelief of the events that had transpired. My ass ached, still burning from the handprints. The same as my