“Stand up,take off your shoes and trousers”
She did as she was told,and then she stood in front of me,white knickers and bra,looking at the floor,her body trembling.Grabbing her arm i pulled her across to the bed,she cried out with the pain and tried to pull back,I grabbed her hair ,twisting it in my fingers and she fell to her knees.I knew the level of fear I wanted.Once she stopped struggling I released my grip slightly and she allowed herself to be moved to the bed. In the car we chatted about how I had first come to London at 15,how I couldn’t stand home anymore,I wanted to be free.Putting the words she needed into her mouth.I could see her relaxing,nodding as I understood,in a way “they” did not.She told me of her parents,separated for years ,but still fighting.How they both tried to control her life,and use her to score points.I sensed other things ,untold on the edges of her words.
