NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

Throughout my stay as a prisoner in Clayton's basement, he never touched me, not once, except the time when he hit me, and when I agreed to marry him, I assumed it would go on like that, that he would be too disgusted by me to want to fuck me. I was right about the disgust, but I was not wrong about his desires.

"Kitty, spread your legs, girl," he said to me as he pulled his penis out of his drawers.

"What?" I said sitting up, shocked. I tried to sit up but he shoved me ...