Chapter Six …
Sluts in the Attic
For twenty-four hours Sarah lay alone in the dark of the attic, on a thin pallet bed that had been placed atop a cot of creaking springs. Her arms were tied overhead, her feet to the foot of the crude piece.
Alexander had left her with a warning: “I will prove your lust to you, Sarah. As fiercely as you deny it, I will crush your denial with the truth. Think on that.” He turned out the light as he left, swallowing her in darkness.
For twenty-hour long hours she waited to be rescued. There were two brief respites, when first Dee then Margaret untied her feet and one of her hands so she could use a bucket to pee in. Then it was back into the same position. “The master says you’re to behave yourself,” each girl had informed her, should she attempt to wease
