Mark was forced to witness, yet again, the rape of his wife and daughter while, Katrina, in what he took to be a kindly gesture, held on to his penis ...nd pumped him dry.Mark's lot did not improve in the days that followed. Each morning he sat at the breakfast table and ate his oatmeal, in silence unless Ma asked a question. His tasks were invariably the filthiest in the piggery. At the end of each day he needed to be hosed down by one of the Butcher brothers or the mad mute, Pigboy. With the. We had more than enough food and even better companionship, being in a circle of family and our closest friends. Not surprisingly, the pregnancy and the baby were the main topics of conversation. At one point Fred asked if I’d train my son to be a wrestler.“I might if we were going to have a son, but I’m pulling for a daughter—four of them, in fact. I will train them in some of the advanced self-defense tactics so they’ll never be at some drunken jerk’s mercy, but other than that I just plan. When she finallyreturned I knew this would be it, I couldn't stop myself wriggling insome ludicrous excitement at being let free to go with her. Undoing thebuckle on my dummy first she pulled it from my mouth in an unceremoniousplop, then released me from the highchair."Now be a good baby girl Leanne, if I have any trouble with you then youwill really suffer." Her hissed words were harsh and vindictive. Takingmy hand she led me through the door into the lounge.There was a woman there sitting in. “Thanks Amber,” I smiled at her as I headed into the bathroom, getting ready for bed and slipping beneath the covers in a pair of boxers. I had drifted into sleep and did not hear her slide in beside me later.When I next woke up, it was still pitch black in the room. Lifting my head up off the pillow, I was able to see the little LED alarm clock beside the bed reading 3:21 AM and settled back down. I closed my eyes again when I felt a shift against me that made me snap my eyes open. I laid.