Even if I tell him that this demon raped me, it won’t save me from being raped. The back of my heel slams against the rocky stool at my dresser an I...��m cornered, unable to move away from the demon that stalks ever closer. Blind panic overrides my logic and I can’t think let alone move. I’m shaking from head to toe as he laughs, savouring the taste of my fear. His putrid breath washes over me as he presses his body close to mine. Slowly as if to caress me, his rough hands slide up my arms. Then. And now, more than ever, she needed it – and now she was free.She thought again. Now, or another time? She had twenty-four hours before she had to go home. And then it would be harder, because too many people would find out. So it was now or never.Now.She tiptoed out of her room and down the staircase, so as not to wake her neighbours. Out the front door, round the quad, past the porters’ lodge, into the town. It was dark and deserted, but warm. The college ramparts and chapel spires made soft. “Give up? Just let everybody downstairs suffer and die?” “Do you want to live? Do you want the chance to live or do you intend to die down there in that ER?” the old man pressed her. “You gonna leave this boy here till he dies too?” “His mother is downstairs…they’ll let her go and she can take care of him,” she argued. “What about your own family?” he jabbed hard again. “They know I’m a nurse…it’s my job,” she replied. “You think they’re gonna give a shit when shit shows up to claim. "You have no house Father," I said determinedly, "So stop this nonsense forthwith." I say!" Marchington exclaimed, "Dashed unsporting!" "None of your business!" said Fitzroy."Well," I said, as I examined the markers, "What have you wagered, father's non existent house against the lands you no longer own in County Wicklow Mr Fitzroy, Your town house, mortgaged to three different lenders Lord Marchington, and Mr Hendrick what have you chipped in?" A gold bar," he replied."So it seems Mr Hendrick.