— “Don’t touch yourself there, you naughty girl.” — the man barked at her. Maybe the buyers will put them to good use.”
The man paused to let it sink in. He smiled at her compliance, probably thinking she was hoping to earn his mercy by good behavior. Lilly didn’t know if it was the fear, or just the exhaustion, but none of the girls were putting up a fight, while being packed in the containers. Subservient to men, but respected.” — he said hanging the last word in the air — “But you are not a woman. It’s like rubbing the dog nose in the shit he made in the living room.”
— “Here. — “Is it all women are good for?” — said Lilly in whisper. As the bishop continued to plough her behind, Lilly moaned, looking up at the priest who was supposed to hold her down.
