She bowed her head and closed her eyes. “I would have the new husband,” she said.
“Why, Mrs. Ryan? Tell me why you would have the new husband?”
My God, to think of Abul as a husband...to think of him as anything but a sadistic beast was impossible. But there were his threats of the whip and of bringing Mary Margaret here. Once more, she knew what she was required to say. “For the reasons you gave. You are strong. Worthy of great respect. You have taught me that my place is here, on my knees before you, waiting to serve...waiting to...to...”
“Waiting to suck my p***s. The American woman, on her knees before Abul waiting to suck his thick, dark penis.” he interrupted. “Look up here at your new husband and tell him.”
She raised her head. In his face she saw nothing but scorn and hatred.
