She had trouble speaking. She nodded her head and whispered, “Yes, I told him all the time.”
“Have you ever honestly said those words to any other man since your husband’s death?”
She remembered being whipped until she said them to Abul. “No, I spoke them only once, but I had been beaten and drugged and made to say them.”
“You have not been drugged, or beaten, or threatened tonight, have you, Mrs. Ryan?”
His thick hard c**k was pulsing between her hands. She continued to stroke it slowly. “No, Simon, I haven’t been drugged, or whipped, or threatened.”
He leaned close to her and held her face between his hands, “The words, Mrs. Ryan, I want to hear the words.”
‘Oh my God,’ she thought, ‘I can’t, I can’t.’ His ugly face was only inches from hers. His eyes burned into her. His thick
