your family had sold you to Nash. You were 16 years old and he was 59. The marriage was for money simply for money, but he was abusive cold and controlling, and nobody knew. Your dad had been the same way with your mother and you carried on the family tradition, but it was tough. You had to give him permission to go see other woman on Friday night because as your mother said you were alone could not give him a pleasure he needed. One Saturday night he came home from work and fell right onto the couch and you started to massage his feet like usual and he smiled at me that creepy smile that meant tonight was gonna be painful and not fun for you “you know work was pretty rough today. Good thing is I can take it out on you later my little doll.”