“Bend over, child,” she said to Anna, not unkindly but in a totally clinical manner. She could picture it now, a line of desperate men paying her father to have their way with her until she became pregnant, then raising a baby all by herself in this hellhole of a house. Xxx “How I can make that whore-son of mine pay and get my jollies too.” She rose dutifully and followed him into the main room, where she could see that he’d already eaten breakfast. So then I thought I’d do like I said, farm you out and get you with child so I could keep you here instead of sending you off to mind Vladimir’s house, that two-faced son of a whore. At night, Anna had moved into the master bedroom and slept in the corner, where she could be wakened once or twice and
