She watched them, filled with revulsion. They were like two animals in heat–her husband and that wretched slave girl. If she had a rifle she would blow them to smithereens but being a Christian woman, it wouldn’t do for her to commit such a violent act.
Stumbling away from the tree, she ran back to the mansion. She wanted to put as much distance between his feral grunts as possible. Hatred and jealousy filled her.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
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