Chapter Sixty Two

She really did not like feeling so helpless and she hated him doing so many intimate things for her, she hated his touch now, it had been so reassuring at first, now it sickened her. She had woken earlier than he had expected and she quickly figured out why, she had not drunk the wine he gave her with the food. It had been a very dry vinegary red and she had turned up her nose at it when he wasn’t looking she had tipped it into the plant pot near the chair he always sat on holding her.

‘La stava drogando.’ [He was drugging her.]

She thought angrily and when he came to give her breakfast she got rid of the orange juice the same way, but at lunchtime he was different when he placed her on his knee his hands stroked her thighs not her back,

‘Penso che tu abbia riposato abbastanza, bambina mia, papà si è preso cura di te, ora è tempo che tu ti prenda cura di papà’ [I think you have rested enough my baby girl, Daddy has looked after you now it is time for you to look after Daddy.]

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