Alone if one didn't count two coachman and four armed escorts. The ride wasn't far at all which is why my mother allowed it at all. Goodness it was th... Kings roads afterall, and full daylight.I yawned again. The windows were curtained with heavy fabric to keep out the chill, it made the inside dim. It was a warm winter day and I felt downright cozy resting on the plush seating, despite the new gowns tightness around my breasts and the cinching of my waist. My eyes grew heavy and blinking became. A week to the day now. Six miserable days I’ve been here, in my dead dad’s vacation cabin in the mountains, sucking my own tit and talking to Daddy’s ghost who probably isn’t even here and wouldn’t give much of a shit if he were. If it were. Whatever, do ghosts still have genders?I can’t eat. Can’t sleep much either, and every time I do my dreams replay the whole fucking mess.Why did I go to law school? God, I wish I hadn’t, Sometimes I wish I hadn’t even been born. Or maybe I could have been. The Muslim girls would stand all around them, waiting impatiently for the red ants to come out of their ant hills and cone all the way to the slaves' private organs. Four minutes later, all the Muslim girls could see armies and armies of ants marching all the way to the naked bodies of Fatima's and Noor's slaves.The Muslim girls were speaking in both a mixture of English and Arabic, excited at watching the ants about to eat off honey from the naked men and women, also causing unbearable pain. My knees went weak. I would have collapsed if Rashid hadn't caught me under the arms. I felt Rashid pulling me backwards, dragging me across the room and down a hallway. Karl followed, his face twisted and angry. My high heels slid off, Karl picked them up and threw them back into the front room. Rashid pulled me down a flight of stairs and into the basement. It was unfinished concrete with a ten foot ceiling. I felt my heels scraping against the floor and tried to walk but kept losing my.