Chapter 78: The Virgin´s Summer, Part 29, Confessions

My voice is small. I can hardly speak the words. “I killed a man.”

My Master stands abruptly, rising upright from his chair, which scrapes backwards, abrasively.

Richard remains unmoved, simply glancing up at my Master. “Go on.”

Breathe...

“I was fourteen. It was at the home. There was a man... As the girls got older, and sometimes the boys... they would take them away...”

My throat seizes up. Unspeaking, Richard pours a tumbler of water, pushing it across the table to me. I gulp it down, straining for air.

“He took me out, tried to get me into his car. He was telling me that I was being taken to a party where... He was enjoying telling me what they were going to do to me. He had a knife, holding it at my throat to get me into the car. He said that when we got to the party, they were going to pass me around, and if I didn´t do as I was told, he was going to... to fuck me with the knife, and enjoy doing it...”