Manipulation
"I have invited Emma to come to tea."
I cringed, both for Ema and myself.
With Jack there is always an ulterior motive, and that motive is always to his benefit.
Ema and I were in trouble.
He had caught me at age seventeen. I don't know why, other than I was young and not very streetwise. Within six months we were engaged and I had been completely cut off from my family and friends. My brother and sister found ways to stay in touch, but we all knew it could blow up at any moment. I have scars and broken bones, every time he was at the hospital, being so kind and comforting and telling the doctors and nurses that I was self harming.
As I got older he lost interest in me but I still bore the brunt of his displeasure.
I watch all these programmes about seeking help, running away and things like that, but this way I am still alive, if I try anything I might well end up dead.
"Emma, come in, sit down."
Mr Nice Guy, how long will it last?
I knew why Ema had been invited, she was big. Huge tits, big legs, probably she could take his cock and any instrument he fancied playing with.
"Where has he gone?"
"Who, George? He is working on some machine. It has broken down and they don't want to move it, so he is on sight, until it is fixed."
Jack smiled. George wasn't a giant but he was young and fit.
"Oh, so he gave you a good seeing to before he left?"
Emma hesitated. What to say? Be honest? Be truthful? Be disrespectful.
I watched the emotions fly across her face.
So had Jack. Jack was a manipulator. No matter what she said now he had picked up the signals.
He moved closer and dropped his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry beautiful lady, we will take care of you."
I shuddered, Emma was going to suffer, but not yet.
He took her face in his hands, lifting it up to look at him.
He started to rub her shoulder, widening the scope of his hand movements.
He bent his hand around in a semicircle and cupped underneath her right breast."
