My stockmen seemed to know where the best horseflesh, cattle, sheep or pigs were to be found and very quickly I recognised one area kept being mention...d. Lancaster seemed to be the place to trade for good quality horses. Situated on the Saxon west coast, or at least on a firth that led in from the sea, Lancaster was described as a very large settlement, built on the site of an old Roman centre.Before suggesting a raid I tried to think of all the angles and what issues there would be. I thought. I was thinking that I could never tell anyone about it, but considered just telling my aunt. She would never tell anyone; I was convinced of that. Between the bumps of balls on my forehead, I watched the action on the TV. I began to imagine the older woman encouraging the young boy to suck off the man was not an anonymous acquaintance of his. I imagined she was his aunt.As I fantasized about having Aunt Marie encouraging me to do such forbidden and nasty acts to a stranger in a scene like that,. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, you little whore!” he screamed at me from inches away from my face. I opened them wide in fear and tried my hardest to focus only on keeping them open. “There’s Daddy’s good girl.” The words sickened my and I felt nauseous that he could stomach saying that sentence while preparing to hurt me like this. I didn’t have long to think about it before I felt him starting to slide into me and the searing pain hit. I couldn’t help but groan from the pain and that made. She jumped and looked up just as she saw him walking towards her carrying the bucket still filled with water.“Nooooooo.” She screamed putting her hands up to shield her face. But Stephen reached her and poured the freezing bucket of water over her head. Jennie squealed as the ice cold water flooded over her naked body. Stephen then grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.“I told you to clean this kitchen and what have you done? You’ve slept all day.” Stephen spat, he then slapped her hard.