*Carol-Anne lay in bed and listened. The downstairs was filled with voices, sometimes talking and sometimes shouting, every few minutes someone new. S...he'd been in here all day and had no plans to come out now. Thomas had come to check on her once, half-heartedly (he had not yet told their parents that he'd snuck out with her, although she was confident he soon would), but other than that she'd seen no one. It wasn't until well into the afternoon that her father knocked on the door and sat at. While the bartender was pouring his drink he looked at him and said, "What happened? You look terrible." What do you mean?" said the pirate, "I feel fine." What about the wooden leg? You didn't have that before." Well," said the pirate, "We were in a battle, and I got hit with a cannon ball, but I'm fine now."The bartender replied: "Well, OK, but what about that hook? What happened to your hand?"The pirate explained: "We were in another battle. I boarded a ship and got into a sword fight. My. “Then you weren’t ‘only following orders.’” The Generalissimo said over his pint. “If you hadn’t, he’d have killed you as an example to the others. You did these things under duress. That is a different matter.”“Oui.” Luc agreed. “If Igazi didn’t kill you, the others would have. You MIGHT have saved that village that day by sacrificing yourself or Igazi might have killed them all and burned it to the ground as an additional ‘fuck you’ for your insubordination. The man was a sociopath; there’s. She could hear him outside. After a long moment he turned the knob and opened the door. She lied facing away from the door. She could hear him walk in and close the door behind him. He walked to her bed. She did not move. He put his hand on her shoulder. She did not resist as he rolled her on to her back. She kept her eyes closed. He smelled of booze. He moved his hands over her little girl body. He pressed down on her breasts through the pajama fabric. He unbuttoned the pajamas and rubbed her.