“Come out, b***h!” Abul yelled, “And get on your knees.” His loud harsh voice always frightened her. Trying hard not to let them see her tremble, Kathy opened the door walked down the hall and entered the living room. With her head bowed, she got to her knees. “Now, you fuckin’ slut, down on your belly.” Abul spoke from one of the leather chairs on the far side of the room. Aware that there were three others in the room, Kathy stretched out on the rug but did not look up.
There was a roaring fire in the fireplace. Several candles had been lit. The room was hot, and smelled of whiskey and the musty odor of unclean clothes. “Come to me,” Abul said. “Come to me on your belly.” Kathy glanced at Abul’s shoes, relieved to see that he had not taken them off. Slowly, on her stomach, her arms str
