Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Three

‘Nettoie-toi, pute, et si tu dis un mot quand grand-mère reviendra, nous ferons en sorte que tu souffres pour cela. Si tu restes silencieux, nous ferons en sorte que tu sois vendu à un enchérisseur privé et non au bordel qu’elle te destine’ [.Clean yourself up whore and if you say a word when Grandmother returns we will make sure you suffer for it. If you remain silent we will make sure you are sold to a private bidder and not to the brothel she intends for you.]

They dressed and walked out of the barn leaving her shivering and sore from their hands, anger burned low in her stomach, it was time to teach those rats a lesson, there was no way she would ever let them touch her again.

It was easy for her to wriggle out of the rope again, those idiots had no idea how to tie knots to secure their prisoner and it did not take much to free herself again. Heading for the doors she looked around the yard trying to assess where she was they had Château’s many hundreds of acres and she had no ide