Chapter Twenty-Two
She didn’t move, not when she heard the sound of his retreating footsteps or when the door shut and left her in silence again. Her heart pounded in her ears and she could barely breath. Lying there, Corinne could not even determine how long she’d been there. Minutes? Hours? How desperately she wanted to roll to her side and curl up into a ball. But she wouldn’t. She was stronger than that and realized that in the back of her mind she knew Father Monroe must watching her. To hell with whomever that had been just now. He hadn’t done anything that horrible to her. A few whacks with what felt like a riding crop, a little rough handling of her breasts; that was all it had been. And she quickly convinced herself that the rattling of keys was merely a way to play with her head
