The deserted streets with their many-eyed windows watched silently as the helpless girl wriggled under her captive’s weight. Even if the people had heard her screams, no one would have been foolish enough to venture into these dens of crime in the middle of the night. In that deathly silence, only Emily’s muffled cries were heard every now and then but they were soon drowned by the rabid grunting of the old lecher who flipped her over with his large muscular hands.
“Why does the little bird scream? Don’t you want to enjoy my touch?” Arkanor tied her hands with dirty brown handkerchief and proceeded to caress her cheeks with his wrinkled old fingers which were covered in blisters. “How can anyone resist those buttery cheeks of yours?” He groped her face with his palm and rubbed his thumb a
