I felt stunned, and the rock fell limply from my hand. "You're Christine de Lyons."For certain, I'd awake to discover that I was insane, or that this ...as a dream or the mischief of the Devil; for how could she be here with me in my cave?I wondered whether she knew that her father was a murderer and a liar, a cowardly scoundrel who'd betrayed the people of France?I remember him on his horse and Isabelle in his wake, as he took her away.There was a noose tugging upon her neck and her hands were. He groaned a little and ran a hand through my hair, tugging gently on it and my mouth popped off him and he forced me to look up at him. I licked my lips, and smiled. “So very delicious, my love,” I said, my voice throaty and almost hoarse now from shouting and crying out for him. He let go of my hair and let his hand stroke my jaw, and then slid his hand back into my hair again, tugging it upwards to get me off my knees. I complied, loving it when he used my hair as a handle. It wasn’t long. Coming up she said as she disappeared into the kitchen. When she came out of the kitchen with two steaming hot coffees, her parka was gone and I could see how cute she was. We chatted for a while then she said I have to go to the little girls room and if I wanted to I could put on some music. I switched on what I thought was the music centre and turned to look through the CD collection. As I did so the screen burst into life playing a DVD. What I was looking at was a porn film featuring a. But I still want to share my life with someone who is stronger than I am, who likes to be in charge of things. Who praises me when i please him, does romantic things for me just because he wants to see me smile. Who pleases me in bed because he craves my moans and cries of pleasure, knowing that it spurs my desire to please him. I know that what my ex husband did was abuse, it was torture. To be frightened all the time, to never know what to expect when he returned home from work or knowing.