“Smile as ye
kill,” Montgomery said.
The thrill
for him wis when their spirit wis dead
The man wis
definitely sick in the head
It riled me
tae see her bein’ used and abused
An’ for
tryin’ tae interfere ah wis battered an’ bruised
But that
physical pain couldnae compare
Wi’ Yvette’s
humiliation an’ her deadpan stare
For a while
after that she didnae talk
An’ ah kept
seein’ her goin’ down oan Montgomery’s…
Sorry, but
it wis an image ah couldnae shake
An’ even
though ma body continued to ache
Ah had tae
be strong for Yvette
Oh, ah
wisnae done yet
She jist
needed tae enlighten me oan the extent o’ his threat
He needed tae
pay
For degradin’
her an’ the other lassies tae
Yvette woke
me a few days later wi’ tears in her eyes
“Oh,
Robert,” she sobbed. “They really hurt you. I do apologise.”
“Don’t worry
aboot me, hen,” ah said tae her. “It’s you ah’m worried aboot. Why did he have
tae submit tae that brute?”
“Because the
man is evil personified,” she replied. “I tried to refuse him once; believe me,
I tried.”
“Ah don’t
understand,” ah said. “What did he dae when ye refused his demand?”
“Oh, Robert,
you can never get to Hugh,” she said. “Look what happened to you.”
“It’s nothin’ compared tae what you were put
through,” ah said. “Noo tell me, what did he dae tae you?”
“My mother
married him when I was about nine or ten,” she said. “I knew that there was
something wrong, even then. It wasn’t much. A disturbing leer or a lingering
touch. But when I became of age, he took his lust to another stage. And when I
refused, two men held me down while he violently abused. I never refused again,
as he threatened to offer me to the other men.”
Ah could
understand why she couldnae say no
Oh, ah had
tae kill this man an’ make it slow
Tryin’ hard
no tae let ma fury show, I asked her, “Did yer mother know?”
“I doubt
whether she knew,” she responded. “My mother was besotted with Hugh. She
wouldn’t have believed what I’ve told you.”
“What aboot
yer real father?” ah asked. “Was he not around?”
“He
drowned,” she told me. “Somewhere at sea, but his body was never found.”
Ah saw her
wipe a tear
“Ah’m so
sorry tae hear,” ah sympathised. “Nae wonder ye had tae live wi’ that fear.”
“Yes, for
many a year,” she said. “But when Giles and I were married he hardly came
near.”
“Ye mean tae
say that he still assaulted ye after ye were wed?” ah asked. “If ah wis Giles
the man would be dead.”
“Yes, he
still continued having his sordid fun,” she answered. “It didn’t even matter to
him that Giles was his son.”
This man wis
seriously deranged
“I never
loved Giles,” she continued. “It was all arranged.”
“Why him and
no other?” I asked her. “His father an’ your mother, but in a sense it must
have felt like marryin’ yer brother.”
“Hugh just
loves control,” she said. “The man’s soul is as black as coal. Giles was meek
and mild, and thank goodness he didn’t press for a child. I don’t suppose it
would have mattered if it was a girl or a boy, a child of mine would have been
Montgomery’s toy.”
“The man’s a
beast,” ah said. “Ye’ll find many oot there, even a priest. Yvette, let me take
care o’ this man. Jist gie me a while tae devise a plan.”
She gave me
a look o’ utter dread, and said, “Do that and you’ll wind up dead.”
“Or possibly
goin’ down,” ah said. “But ah’ll make him regret ever meetin’ Robert Brown.”
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