He tapped the window with his sharp, unkempt nails again, asking to be let in.Amina tiptoed to the window and opened it. The man reached in to pick he... up and sat her on his shoulder. She held on, anticipating a swift ride, and together they ran off into the night, Amina feeling perfectly secure. The stranger’s coat, she discovered, was not a foul thing, but smelled of savories and spices and things deep in the ground which were not yet rotten. When she got older, she would recognize them as. A group of three people approached all wearing the same shiny silver suits the one in the centre had the helmet of the suit on so they looked like some sort of spaceman from an old scifi b-movie.The person in front who seemed to be in charge reached up and took the helmet off revealing a tall distinguished man with strong features set into a stern frown, greying black hair with a large bushy beard."Uncle Richard!" I exclaimed in shock."Quiet demon," Uncle Richard said in a stern voice, "You. I didn't get to see his face; I didn’t know who just fucked my daughter. The camera blinked off because she wasn't moving so just about the time I was ready to stand up, another video started. I sat immobile as I saw anther shadow come into view. A different one, this one was a little shorter than the first. He pulled his clothes off and crawled into bed with Delia while she held the blanket. He rolled her over to her stomach then mounted her from behind and started fucking her. No. She knew she needed to make him feel like a great lover in order to keep him snared in her web. So she did, and he was. While she lay there, she pondered how best to keep Rowan docile until the wedding. She would need to keep dosing her with the valerian she’d used at the betrothal meal, she decided. It just wasn’t enough, though, to satisfy Bettina’s desire to inflict humiliation on the girl. She thought of what Rowan would dislike most, and she concluded it was being married. She slipped.