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You know you’re not supposed to be seen,” Miss Bailie said. \nYou see, I was not allowed to be seen around the house or outside the gates while there were guests present. I was not very pretty, or so that’s what my mother and father thought. Mammy and Daddy thought my appearance would offend the guests. Many believed my parents had no children. Those who did know of me - close family friends and other family members - they knew me as Mammy and Daddy's \"niece\" or kept my existence a secret. \nMiss Bailie disappeared through the double doors and came back with my tart. It was a pretty little thing; red cherries nestled in a golden shell with a dollop of cream on the top. I thought it looked too nice to eat as I bit into it. Then one of the doors opened and a tall brown hyena entered. He was very handsome, dressed in a jet black suit, and carried an ebony cane with a gold ball at the top. He had dark brown eyes and a tuft of hair under his chin. \n“Well, hello,” he said. His voice was very deep. \n“Hello,” I replied. \n“You’ve got some cream on your nose,” the brown hyena said. \nI blushed. I fought the urge to look at my own nose. \nThe male just smiled, took out a white handkerchief and gently wiped the cream off my nose. \n“I didn’t know Mr. and Mrs. Dane had a daughter,” He said. \n“They don’t like people to see me,” I said. \n“That seems odd,” he said. “Parents should want to show off their children. What is your name?” \n“Camille,” I replied. \n“Lovely to meet you Camille,” he said. \nOne of the servants brought a hat and cloak to the male and he tipped his hat to me, and then he left. \n“Who was that, Nanny?” I asked. \n“That was Mr. Richard Bridshaw,” Miss Bailie said, before grabbing my arm and pulling me up the stairs to my room. \n\n[b][i]One month later…[/i][/b]\n\nI wandered around the grounds. They were vast but surrounded by a tall stone wall, and on the west side was a maze made up of fifteen-foot tall hedges. This was as far as I was allowed to go on my own as long as I stayed out of sight of the gates. If I left the gates, I had to wear a hood and call Mammy “Auntie” and Daddy “Uncle”. \nThe only people who could see me were the birds of the massive birdcage and the butterflies, hummingbirds and bees that fluttered around the garden. I’d talk to them, but they’d never answer back. \nI wandered into the maze; in the center was a large fountain where in the center stood a bronze statue of a nude female hyena. She carried a pitcher, from which the water poured. I often came here when I was upset or wanted to be alone. I’d sit on the edge of the fountain beneath the statue. I felt like she was watching over me. She didn’t care about how I looked and if she did, she was kind enough to not say anything. \n“I wish you could talk,” I said to her. \nBut of course she couldn’t. \n“Mammy and Daddy don’t like people to see me. They say my appearance would offend company. I hate hiding. It makes me feel like Mammy and Daddy are ashamed of me. I think they are ashamed of me, or maybe they’d be happier if I was a boy. But yesterday I met someone, by accident. His name is Mr. Richard Bridshaw. Nanny brought me a fruit tart, since I wasn’t allowed to go into the Main Hall or outside at the time. Then he came through the doors. I think he must have been on his way out, but he was nice to me. He didn’t seem repulsed by my appearance at all. I think he was more shocked about finding out Mammy and Daddy had children.” \n“He was just being polite and didn’t want to say anything?” a voice said, as another hyena entered the maze. It was my cousin Josh. \nHe was tall, lean and gawky, and just a few years older than me. I didn’t like him. He was cruel, sadistic and conceited. The first time I met him, I was never so glad to go home. He was nice at first, but when we were left alone he pulled hard on my ear and told me that we were going to \"have a lot of fun\". His idea of fun was to push me off the swing in my Uncle Atlas's garden, force feed me worms, and pinch me in some very private areas. A visit from him and Uncle Atlas was an event I never looked forward to. \n“Go away,” I said. \n“Watch yourself, or you’ll get a good whipping from Uncle Ben,” Josh said. \nHe crossed his arms and added, “Besides, Mr. Bridshaw’s too high for you,” he said. \n“You don’t know that,” I said. \n“We’ll see what Uncle Ben has to say,” Josh said, and then turned on his heel. \n“No Josh don’t!” I cried, running after him. \n“Why not?” Josh said. \n“Please don’t tell Daddy, Josh,” I said. \nA smirk crossed his face. \n“I suppose I could forget, if you give me a kiss,” Josh said. \nI hesitated, and then pecked him on the cheek. \n“Forget it,” Josh said, and turned away. \n“No!” I said. \n“Then give me a real kiss,” Josh said. \n“We’re cousins,” I said. \n“You want me to tell everyone?” Josh asked. \nI shook my head. \n“Then be a good girl,” Josh said. \nBefore I had a chance to speak he grabbed me roughly by my hair and pulled me towards him. He kissed me hard on the lips. Then, still holding me, he put his hand up my dress. I pushed against him. He gave me a firm squeeze. I kicked him hard between the legs and he fell back, holding his groin, groaning. \n“You little bitch,” he hissed. \nI scrambled to my feet and ran into the maze, heading toward the maze’s exit. I ran as fast as I could, but my dress slowed me down. I tripped twice. I tried to pick up my skirts but I was still slow. I heard footsteps approaching quickly behind me. He caught me and knocked me to the ground, pinning me down on my belly with all his weight. He pushed a hand into my back and pulled up my dress up with his free hand. I felt his hand on the insides of my thigh. His knees pushed my legs apart. His hand tore at my undergarments. I heard him unbuckle his belt, and then I felt a sharp pain as he shoved himself inside me. I couldn’t speak, or scream. I just froze. I felt dirty with him laying on me, grunting above me and thrusting into me. I started to cry and bit my arm to keep quiet. \nWhy wasn’t anyone coming to help me? \n[i]Mammy! Daddy![/i] I cried out in my mind. But inside I knew they wouldn’t come. \nJosh gave a loud grunt and pulled away from me. All was silent but for his heavy breathing. \n“Get up,” he said, after a bit. \nI got up, dusting off my dress. My face was wet and my hair was messy. I saw grass and dirt stains on the front of my dress. \nJosh was busy buckling his belt. I looked over at him. \n“Stop crying, you deserved it,” he said. \n“I didn’t do anything,” I said. My jaw hurt. My throat hurt. It felt dry and I felt as though I was going to vomit. \n“You hurt me, so I hurt you,” he said. \nI turned away from him and started to walk but Josh grabbed my shoulder. \n“Tell anyone, I’ll tell your father what you’ve been up to,” he said, and pushed past me. \n\nI walked slowly. I would have walked faster but there was a throbbing pain between my legs that made me hobble instead. I managed to make it home just as the sun was setting, but Mammy, Daddy and Miss Bailie weren’t so pleased. \n“Look at your dress, Camille!” Mammy snapped. \nI looked down at myself and then back up at Mammy. \n“I fell down, I’m sorry Mammy,” I said. \nI expected her to hit me but instead she said, “Go upstairs to your room and take it off, Miss Bailie will be up shortly to draw your bath.” \n“Yes Mammy” I said. \nI climbed the stairs slowly to my room. I closed the door behind me and pulled off my dress. As I pulled off my underskirt I saw blood on it. I quickly stuffed the piece and my ruined undergarments under my bed just as Miss Bailie entered. \n“Good Lord child, put on your robe!” she snapped at me. \nI did as she said. \n“Now run along, your bath is ready,” Miss Bailie said. \nShe gathered up my fallen dress. I walked down the hall to the bathroom. The water was searing hot! I lay there thinking what would happen if Miss Bailie discovered the bloody skirt, and whether or not Josh would tell anyone what had happened. These thoughts appeared to predict themselves when Miss Bailie threw open the bathroom door and displayed my bloody skirt. \n“We’ll talk about this in the morning,” she said, and then left.\nAt least she hadn't found my torn bloomers.\n\nMiss Bailie didn’t tell Mammy or Daddy about my bloody underskirt. Instead she asked me why I didn’t tell her I’d started bleeding. I asked her what she meant by it but she said it was just something all girls went through once a month when they got older. \nI lied, agreeing with her. I wanted to tell her what really happened but I was afraid of what Josh would do to me. I was afraid of what Mammy and Daddy would do to me. \n“What do you mean, Nanny?” I asked her. \n“All girls bleed when they get older,” Miss Bailie said. “You bleed, then you get pregnant, and then when you get as old as I am you stop bleeding.” \n“But why do we bleed, Nanny?” I asked. \n“It’s just part of getting older,” Miss Bailie said sharply. \nAnd that was that.\n\nI stayed out of the maze after what had happened. I kept thinking Josh would be there waiting for me. I avoided going outside at all. Most days I spent my time sitting alone in my room at my window or wandering around the house. It’s a big house, so there is plenty to do and see. I got lost once. Truthfully, I got lost to get away from Miss Bailie. I was very little, a few years younger than I am now. Mammy and Daddy were going to an art museum and I wanted to go with them. I wasn’t allowed to go but no one would tell me why. When Miss Bailie wouldn’t let me out I started to cry. \n“Stop that!” she hissed. \nI didn’t stop. I cried harder. \n“Stop that this instant!” Miss Bailie said, her voice more high pitched. \nAt those words I flung myself down on the floor on my belly, pounding and kicking the floor with my hands and toes, screaming. Then I turned onto my belly and kicked at the air, pounding the floor harder. My hands and feet hurt but I didn’t care. I screamed louder and louder. I just wanted to be with my parents. Miss Bailie grabbed my arm and dragged me into the hall. She pulled a thin cane from the umbrella holder and gave me several sharp smacks to my legs. I kicked her and ran away from her, and hid in the library under a table at the very back. It’s like a maze in there and near pitch black in the back. Miss Bailie called out my name repeatedly but I wouldn’t answer her. I tried to find my way, retrace my steps, but I got lost. Eventually I just fell asleep right there in the library. Now I know my way around the mansion better. \n\n[b][i]Three years later…[/i][/b]\n\nI took dinner in my room, just a sandwich and some milk. Everyone else was downstairs in the dining room. There was a knock at my door and Miss Bailie walked in. \n“Finished?” she asked. \n“Yes,” I said. \nShe took my tray from me. \n“Can I say goodnight to Mammy and Daddy?” I asked. \n“Your mother is away at your aunt’s house and your father can’t be bothered,” Miss Bailie said, and left. \n\nI lay awake in bed, starring up at the ceiling. Mammy didn’t tell me she was leaving, and what was Daddy so busy with that he couldn’t see me? \nI slipped out of bed and made my way down the hall to Mammy and Daddy’s room. I heard a soft groan. The door to their room had been left open a crack, a ribbon of orange light spilled out. I peered inside. It took everything I had in me to keep me from crying out. Daddy was in bed with someone, but it wasn’t Mammy. It was a male, a striped hyena; he looked no older than Josh. They were naked; Daddy was stroking the other male’s chest and kissing him. Then Daddy lowered his head and the younger male tilted his head back and moaned. \n[i]Daddy how could you?[/i] I thought to myself. \nThe younger hyena cried out and Daddy turned him onto his belly and climbed on top of him. I couldn’t watch anymore, and I ran back to my room. I jumped into my bed and crawled under the covers. \n[i]Oh Daddy how could you do this to Mammy![/i] I cried in my head. \nFor the rest of the night my mind was filled with images of Daddy and that younger male. \n\nI confronted Daddy at breakfast the next morning. Mammy still hadn’t come back. I sat at the far end of the table, Daddy sat on the other side. \n“How could you Daddy?” I asked him. \n“What?” Daddy said, looking up from his plate. \n“How could you do that to Mammy?” I demanded. \nFor a moment everything was silent. \n“I saw you, you and that boy. How could you do that to Mammy?” I said, repeating the question. \n“What I do in my own house is none of your concern,” Daddy said. \n“What about Mammy? What will she say about it?” I said. \n“She won’t say anything, because you will not say anything to her,” Daddy said. \nAnd that was that. I never saw the striped boy in the house again after that. Perhaps Daddy found another way to meet him. I did not plan to keep Daddy's secret, not for long. I am not sure why. Neither Mammy nor Daddy had ever been kind to me. I guess I felt that Mammy deserved better, even though she never thought I deserved better. \n\nThat night Daddy held a costume party. Mammy and Daddy held costume parties four times a year for each season. Everyone wore a mask. This was the only time I was ever allowed to come out of my room and seen by people, because they couldn’t see my face. Mammy and Daddy would introduce me as their niece Anne. I was the only “young person” at the parties, besides Josh and a few others. \nI wore a sleeve-less turquoise silk gown. On my back was a pair of beautiful wings painted powder blue and creamy yellow with gold spots at the tips. My mask was white with blue, gold, and yellow feathers around the edges and gold adorning the eyes and brows. I felt like a princess. The ballroom was alive with bright colors and movement and laughter. Some were dancing, others were eating or drinking, and some were chatting. \nMammy still hadn’t come back. Daddy was dressed as a golden eagle. I thought he looked more like an overweight half plucked turkey, but he carried himself well. \nI didn’t feel like dancing, so I sat down and just watched the other guests. Then one guest in particular caught my eye. He was dressed in black, brown and blue robes. He wore an elk mask painted brown with gold antlers on the brows - I estimated them to be three or feet long. The edges of his mask were trimmed with gold and white feathers. There was something familiar about him. He was surrounded by a circle of young hyena girls; obviously it was just because he was rich and possibly good-looking. \nMy mask itched. I tried to scratch my cheek but the mask prevented it. I wanted to take it off but I was afraid Daddy would whip me if I did. \nThen the Elk looked toward me. Everything seemed to stop. He politely excused himself from his admirers and approached me. I held my breath. \n“May I have this dance?” he asked me, as he held his hand out to me. \nI silently took his hand. Everyone disappeared and it was just the two of us but for the sound of music and my heart beating. He put his hand on my waist and I put my hand on his shoulder, but he was very tall and my hand slipped down to his elbow. He took my hand in his. I felt like I was dancing on air. His eyes were shadowed by his mask but I felt them on me. Then everything shattered, like glass, as my father called out, “The moon looks bright tonight, why don’t we go out into the garden!” \nI looked up to my dance partner. He just smiled and said, “It is rather hot in here,” then, with my hand still clasped in his, he led me out to the garden. \nDaddy was right; the moon was bright, so bright it lit up the grounds. The minute we had stepped out onto the grass we were surrounded by giggling and babbling hyena girls all dressed in elaborate costumes. \n“Oh Mr. Bridshaw it’s such a lovely night tonight,” a girl, dressed as a peacock, squeaked. \nOh my god I danced with Mr. Bridshaw! \n“Oh let’s play a game!” another young femme, dressed as a swan, cried. \n“Let’s play hide and seek!” another, dressed as a silver mouse, giggled. \n“But my dears who shall be the seeker?” Mr. Bridshaw asked. \n“Why not you Mr. Bridshaw?” the swan femme said. \n“Oh splendid!” Mr. Bridshaw smiled, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. \nThe other girls didn’t seem to notice. \nMr. Bridshaw covered his eyes with his hand, as he counted, “One… Two… Three…” and the femmes and I ran into the maze. I wished I hadn’t. The maze looked so menacing at night. I expected someone or something to jump out at any second and attack me. \nI heard footsteps and I ran. My stupid dress! It made me stumble. I picked it up but my wings weighed me down. Then suddenly, as I rounded a corner, someone jumped out at me, seized me round my waist and lifted me off the ground. \n“So jumpy,” a voice laughed. \nIt was Josh. Oh what was he doing here? \n“Put me down, please, Josh?” I said. \nHe didn’t. \n“Please, Josh, put me down, please?” I begged him. \n“Why?” he asked. \nHis lips curled into a cruel grin. \n“Please put me down,” I begged again. \nHe put me down, finally, and I turned to run but he grabbed my wings and ripped them off my back. It hurt, as the straps pulled at and tightened around my shoulders. I almost thought he’d ripped my arms off. I kept running but he caught me again. My stupid dress! \n“Please Josh, not again,” I cried. \nHe pushed me up against the hedge, the leaves and branches scratched and pulled at my hair. Josh tore off my mask. \n“No!” I screamed. \nI slapped him; he threw me to the ground. I got up and ran, and then I bumped into another figure. This one gently lifted me. \n“Is everything alright?” the figure asked. \nOh thank god it was Mr. Bridshaw. \n“Y-yes,” I lied. \nHe gently set me down. I looked behind me, Josh had disappeared. \n“I don’t like the dark,” I said. \n“It can be scary,” Mr. Bridshaw said. \n“I expect monsters to jump out and get me,” I said. \n“Well I won’t let any monsters get you,” Mr. Bridshaw said sweetly to me. \nHe took off his mask. \n“You’re very kind,” I said. \nHe held my hand in his, stroking his thumb over my hand. I looked around again. \n“Oh dear, what about the others?” I asked. \n“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” Mr. Bridshaw said. \nHe brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. \n“I lost my mask,” I said. \n“You don’t need it,” he said. \n“It’s getting late, isn’t it?” I said. \n“Not so late,” Mr. Bridshaw said. \n“But my father might get worried,” I said. \n“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him,” Mr. Bridshaw said, he kissed my hand again. \nI made a face. \n“What’s wrong?” he asked. \n“I think I hurt my paw while running,” I lied. \nMr. Bridshaw looked at me with a concerned look. \n“It’s nothing, I’ll be fine,” I lied again. \n“You shouldn’t walk with your paw injured,” Mr. Bridshaw said, and he lifted me into his arms. \n“But how will we find our way out? It’s so dark,” I said. \nMr. Bridshaw set me down. \n“Just hold my hand and I’ll guide you,” He said. \nSure enough, he brought us back into the garden. Everyone had gone inside. We sat down on a bench by some rose bushes. \n“Well your paw seems to have gotten better,” Mr. Bridshaw said. \n“Oh yes, so it has,” I said quickly. \nI felt his fingers in my hair. \"I remember you,\" he said softly. \"Cream on your nose, and your big, bright alert brown eyes.\" \nMy lip quivered a little. I opened my mouth to speak, then the door opened. Light flooded the garden and blinded us slightly, and there stood Miss Bailie in an owl mask. \n“Camille, where have you been? Your father has been looking for you!” Miss Bailie hissed. \n“I’m sorry, Nanny,” I said. \n“And where is your mask?” Miss Bailie asked me. \n“I dropped it,” I said. \nMiss Bailie took off her mask. \n“Put this on,” she said. \nI put on the mask and Miss Bailie grabbed my wrist and dragged me inside. I looked over my shoulder but Miss Bailie slammed the door shut behind me. \n“Bye,” I said softly. \nI doubt Mr. Bridshaw heard me. \n\nIn my room I sat by the window. It was 9 o’clock. Miss Bailie had helped me into out of my dress and into my nightclothes, called one of the maids to start a fire and then left me. I selected a book but I hadn’t opened it. I was looking out at the maze. It seemed a little less menacing from my window, probably because I wasn’t inside or near it. I looked down at my hand. Mr. Bridshaw had kissed it. He’d lifted me into his arms. I had felt so safe in his arms, as though nothing could hurt me anymore. Josh couldn’t hurt me. But Mr. Bridshaw wasn’t here anymore. I wasn’t safe anymore. Though Josh wasn’t here either, he would be here again at some point. I wouldn’t know when. No one announced his visits to me. No one told me when he was coming. He could hurt me again. I looked past my hand and at my book. It was [i]Alice in Wonderland[/i], my favorite, but I didn’t feel like reading. I placed it back on the shelf and then reached under my bed to retrieve my torn bloomers. I ripped them into four pieces and burned them in the fireplace. When the fire had consumed them, I turned off my lamp and crawled into bed. My dreams were dark that night. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "I was twelve years old when I first met Mr. Richard Bridshaw.  I wanted a fruit tart.
“Where are you going Camille?” Miss Bailie, my nanny, demanded.
She was a tall, thin brown hyena in her late forties.  I think she wore a wig. Her hair was always neatly arranged in a tight bun and though her face had hints of grey, her hair was always a rich, shiny chestnut brown in color.  
“I just want a fruit tart,” I said.
“I’ll get it for you.  You know you’re not supposed to be seen,” Miss Bailie said.
You see, I was not allowed to be seen around the house or outside the gates while there were guests present. I was not very pretty, or so that’s what my mother and father thought.  Mammy and Daddy thought my appearance would offend the guests.  Many believed my parents had no children.  Those who did know of me - close family friends and other family members - they knew me as Mammy and Daddy's "niece" or kept my existence a secret.  
Miss Bailie disappeared through the double doors and came back with my tart. It was a pretty little thing; red cherries nestled in a golden shell with a dollop of cream on the top.  I thought it looked too nice to eat as  I bit into it.  Then one of the doors opened and a tall brown hyena entered.  He was very handsome, dressed in a jet black suit, and carried an ebony cane with a gold ball at the top.  He had dark brown eyes and a tuft of hair under his chin.    
“Well, hello,” he said.  His voice was very deep.  
“Hello,” I replied.
“You’ve got some cream on your nose,” the brown hyena said.
I blushed.  I fought the urge to look at my own nose.  
The male just smiled, took out a white handkerchief and gently wiped the cream off my nose.
“I didn’t know Mr. and Mrs. Dane had a daughter,” He said.
“They don’t like people to see me,” I said.  
“That seems odd,” he said. “Parents should want to show off their children. What is your name?”  
“Camille,” I replied.
“Lovely to meet you Camille,” he said.
One of the servants brought a hat and cloak to the male and he tipped his hat to me, and then he left.
“Who was that, Nanny?” I asked.
“That was Mr. Richard Bridshaw,” Miss Bailie said, before grabbing my arm and pulling me up the stairs to my room.

One month later…

I wandered around the grounds.  They were vast but surrounded by a tall stone wall, and on the west side was a maze made up of fifteen-foot tall hedges.  This was as far as I was allowed to go on my own as long as I stayed out of sight of the gates.  If I left the gates, I had to wear a hood and call Mammy “Auntie” and Daddy “Uncle”.  
The only people who could see me were the birds of the massive birdcage and the butterflies, hummingbirds and bees that fluttered around the garden.  I’d talk to them, but they’d never answer back.  
I wandered into the maze; in the center was a large fountain where in the center stood a bronze statue of a nude female hyena.  She carried a pitcher, from which the water poured.  I often came here when I was upset or wanted to be alone.  I’d sit on the edge of the fountain beneath the statue. I felt like she was watching over me.  She didn’t care about how I looked and if she did, she was kind enough to not say anything.  
“I wish you could talk,” I said to her.
But of course she couldn’t.
“Mammy and Daddy don’t like people to see me.  They say my appearance would offend company.  I hate hiding.  It makes me feel like Mammy and Daddy are ashamed of me.  I think they are ashamed of me, or maybe they’d be happier if I was a boy.  But yesterday I met someone, by accident.  His name is Mr. Richard Bridshaw.  Nanny brought me a fruit tart, since I wasn’t allowed to go into the Main Hall or outside at the time.  Then he came through the doors.  I think he must have been on his way out, but he was nice to me.  He didn’t seem repulsed by my appearance at all.  I think he was more shocked about finding out Mammy and Daddy had children.”
“He was just being polite and didn’t want to say anything?” a voice said, as another hyena entered the maze.  It was my cousin Josh.  
He was tall, lean and gawky, and just a few years older than me.  I didn’t like him.  He was cruel, sadistic and conceited.  The first time I met him, I was never so glad to go home.  He was nice at first, but when we were left alone he pulled hard on my ear and told me that we were going to "have a lot of fun".  His idea of fun was to push me off the swing in my Uncle Atlas's garden, force feed me worms, and pinch me in some very private areas.  A visit from him and Uncle Atlas was an event I never looked forward to.
“Go away,” I said.
“Watch yourself, or you’ll get a good whipping from Uncle Ben,” Josh said.
He crossed his arms and added, “Besides, Mr. Bridshaw’s too high for you,” he said.
“You don’t know that,” I said.
“We’ll see what Uncle Ben has to say,” Josh said, and then turned on his heel.
“No Josh don’t!” I cried, running after him.
“Why not?” Josh said.
“Please don’t tell Daddy, Josh,” I said.
A smirk crossed his face.  
“I suppose I could forget, if you give me a kiss,” Josh said.
I hesitated, and then pecked him on the cheek.
“Forget it,” Josh said, and turned away.
“No!” I said.
“Then give me a real kiss,” Josh said.
“We’re cousins,” I said.
“You want me to tell everyone?” Josh asked.
I shook my head.
“Then be a good girl,” Josh said.
Before I had a chance to speak he grabbed me roughly by my hair and pulled me towards him.  He kissed me hard on the lips.  Then, still holding me, he put his hand up my dress.  I pushed against him. He gave me a firm squeeze.  I kicked him hard between the legs and he fell back, holding his groin, groaning.
“You little bitch,” he hissed.
I scrambled to my feet and ran into the maze, heading toward the maze’s exit.  I ran as fast as I could, but my dress slowed me down.  I tripped twice.  I tried to pick up my skirts but I was still slow.  I heard footsteps approaching quickly behind me.  He caught me and knocked me to the ground, pinning me down on my belly with all his weight.  He pushed a hand into my back and pulled up my dress up with his free hand.  I felt his hand on the insides of my thigh.  His knees pushed my legs apart.  His hand tore at my undergarments. I heard him unbuckle his belt, and then I felt a sharp pain as he shoved himself inside me.  I couldn’t speak, or scream.  I just froze.  I felt dirty with him laying on me, grunting above me and thrusting into me.  I started to cry and bit my arm to keep quiet.  
Why wasn’t anyone coming to help me?
Mammy! Daddy! I cried out in my mind.  But inside I knew they wouldn’t come.  
Josh gave a loud grunt and pulled away from me.  All was silent but for his heavy breathing.
“Get up,” he said, after a bit.
I got up, dusting off my dress.  My face was wet and my hair was messy.  I saw grass and dirt stains on the front of my dress.  
Josh was busy buckling his belt.  I looked over at him.  
“Stop crying, you deserved it,” he said.
“I didn’t do anything,” I said.  My jaw hurt.  My throat hurt.  It felt dry and I felt as though I was going to vomit.
“You hurt me, so I hurt you,” he said.
I turned away from him and started to walk but Josh grabbed my shoulder.
“Tell anyone, I’ll tell your father what you’ve been up to,” he said, and pushed past me.

I walked slowly. I would have walked faster but there was a throbbing pain between my legs that made me hobble instead.  I managed to make it home just as the sun was setting, but Mammy, Daddy and Miss Bailie weren’t so pleased.
“Look at your dress, Camille!” Mammy snapped.
I looked down at myself and then back up at Mammy.
“I fell down, I’m sorry Mammy,” I said.
I expected her to hit me but instead she said, “Go upstairs to your room and take it off, Miss Bailie will be up shortly to draw your bath.”
“Yes Mammy” I said.
I climbed the stairs slowly to my room.  I closed the door behind me and pulled off my dress.  As I pulled off my underskirt I saw blood on it.  I quickly stuffed the piece and my ruined undergarments under my bed just as Miss Bailie entered.
“Good Lord child, put on your robe!” she snapped at me.  
I did as she said.
“Now run along, your bath is ready,” Miss Bailie said.
She gathered up my fallen dress.  I walked down the hall to the bathroom.   The water was searing hot!  I lay there thinking what would happen if Miss Bailie discovered the bloody skirt, and whether or not Josh would tell anyone what had happened.  These thoughts appeared to predict themselves when Miss Bailie threw open the bathroom door and displayed my bloody skirt.
“We’ll talk about this in the morning,” she said, and then left.
At least she hadn't found my torn bloomers.

Miss Bailie didn’t tell Mammy or Daddy about my bloody underskirt.  Instead she asked me why I didn’t tell her I’d started bleeding.  I asked her what she meant by it but she said it was just something all girls went through once a month when they got older.  
I lied, agreeing with her.  I wanted to tell her what really happened but I was afraid of what Josh would do to me.  I was afraid of what Mammy and Daddy would do to me.  
“What do you mean, Nanny?” I asked her.
“All girls bleed when they get older,” Miss Bailie said. “You bleed, then you get pregnant, and then when you get as old as I am you stop bleeding.”
“But why do we bleed, Nanny?” I asked.
“It’s just part of getting older,” Miss Bailie said sharply.  
And that was that.

I stayed out of the maze after what had happened. I kept thinking Josh would be there waiting for me.  I avoided going outside at all.  Most days I spent my time sitting alone in my room at my window or wandering around the house.  It’s a big house, so there is plenty to do and see.  I got lost once.  Truthfully, I got lost to get away from Miss Bailie. I was very little, a few years younger than I am now. Mammy and Daddy were going to an art museum and I wanted to go with them. I wasn’t allowed to go but no one would tell me why.  When Miss Bailie wouldn’t let me out I started to cry.
“Stop that!” she hissed.
I didn’t stop.  I cried harder.
“Stop that this instant!” Miss Bailie said, her voice more high pitched.
At those words I flung myself down on the floor on my belly, pounding and kicking the floor with my hands and toes, screaming.  Then I turned onto my belly and kicked at the air, pounding the floor harder.  My hands and feet hurt but I didn’t care.  I screamed louder and louder.  I just wanted to be with my parents.  Miss Bailie grabbed my arm and dragged me into the hall. She pulled a thin cane from the umbrella holder and gave me several sharp smacks to my legs.  I kicked her and ran away from her, and hid in the library under a table at the very back.  It’s like a maze in there and near pitch black in the back.  Miss Bailie called out my name repeatedly but I wouldn’t answer her.  I tried to find my way, retrace my steps, but I got lost.  Eventually I just fell asleep right there in the library.  Now I know my way around the mansion better.  

Three years later…

I took dinner in my room, just a sandwich and some milk.  Everyone else was downstairs in the dining room.  There was a knock at my door and Miss Bailie walked in.  
“Finished?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.  
She took my tray from me.
“Can I say goodnight to Mammy and Daddy?” I asked.
“Your mother is away at your aunt’s house and your father can’t be bothered,” Miss Bailie said, and left.

I lay awake in bed, starring up at the ceiling.  Mammy didn’t tell me she was leaving, and what was Daddy so busy with that he couldn’t see me?
I slipped out of bed and made my way down the hall to Mammy and Daddy’s room.  I heard a soft groan.  The door to their room had been left open a crack, a ribbon of orange light spilled out.  I peered inside.  It took everything I had in me to keep me from crying out. Daddy was in bed with someone, but it wasn’t Mammy.  It was a male, a striped hyena; he looked no older than Josh.  They were naked; Daddy was stroking the other male’s chest and kissing him.  Then Daddy lowered his head and the younger male tilted his head back and moaned.  
Daddy how could you? I thought to myself.
The younger hyena cried out and Daddy turned him onto his belly and climbed on top of him.  I couldn’t watch anymore, and I ran back to my room.  I jumped into my bed and crawled under the covers.
Oh Daddy how could you do this to Mammy! I cried in my head.
For the rest of the night my mind was filled with images of Daddy and that younger male.

I confronted Daddy at breakfast the next morning.  Mammy still hadn’t come back.  I sat at the far end of the table, Daddy sat on the other side.
“How could you Daddy?” I asked him.
“What?” Daddy said, looking up from his plate.
“How could you do that to Mammy?” I demanded.
For a moment everything was silent.
“I saw you, you and that boy.  How could you do that to Mammy?” I said, repeating the question.
“What I do in my own house is none of your concern,” Daddy said.
“What about Mammy?  What will she say about it?” I said.
“She won’t say anything, because you will not say anything to her,” Daddy said.
And that was that.  I never saw the striped boy in the house again after that.  Perhaps Daddy found another way to meet him.  I did not plan to keep Daddy's secret, not for long.  I am not sure why.  Neither Mammy nor Daddy had ever been kind to me.  I guess I felt that Mammy deserved better, even though she never thought I deserved better.  

That night Daddy held a costume party.  Mammy and Daddy held costume parties four times a year for each season.  Everyone wore a mask.  This was the only time I was ever allowed to come out of my room and seen by people, because they couldn’t see my face.  Mammy and Daddy would introduce me as their niece Anne.  I was the only “young person” at the parties, besides Josh and a few others.  
I wore a sleeve-less turquoise silk gown.  On my back was a pair of beautiful wings painted powder blue and creamy yellow with gold spots at the tips.  My mask was white with blue, gold, and yellow feathers around the edges and gold adorning the eyes and brows.  I felt like a princess. The ballroom was alive with bright colors and movement and laughter.  Some were dancing, others were eating or drinking, and some were chatting.  
Mammy still hadn’t come back.  Daddy was dressed as a golden eagle.  I thought he looked more like an overweight half plucked turkey, but he carried himself well.
I didn’t feel like dancing, so I sat down and just watched the other guests.  Then one guest in particular caught my eye.  He was dressed in black, brown and blue robes.  He wore an elk mask painted brown with gold antlers on the brows - I estimated them to be three or feet long. The edges of his mask were trimmed with gold and white feathers.  There was something familiar about him.  He was surrounded by a circle of young hyena girls; obviously it was just because he was rich and possibly good-looking.
My mask itched.  I tried to scratch my cheek but the mask prevented it.  I wanted to take it off but I was afraid Daddy would whip me if I did.
Then the Elk looked toward me.  Everything seemed to stop.  He politely excused himself from his admirers and approached me.  I held my breath.
“May I have this dance?” he asked me, as he held his hand out to me.
I silently took his hand.  Everyone disappeared and it was just the two of us but for the sound of music and my heart beating.  He put his hand on my waist and I put my hand on his shoulder, but he was very tall and my hand slipped down to his elbow. He took my hand in his.  I felt like I was dancing on air.  His eyes were shadowed by his mask but I felt them on me.  Then everything shattered, like glass, as my father called out, “The moon looks bright tonight, why don’t we go out into the garden!”
I looked up to my dance partner.  He just smiled and said, “It is rather hot in here,” then, with my hand still clasped in his, he led me out to the garden.  
Daddy was right; the moon was bright, so bright it lit up the grounds. The minute we had stepped out onto the grass we were surrounded by giggling and babbling hyena girls all dressed in elaborate costumes.  
“Oh Mr. Bridshaw it’s such a lovely night tonight,” a girl, dressed as a peacock, squeaked.  
Oh my god I danced with Mr. Bridshaw!
“Oh let’s play a game!” another young femme, dressed as a swan, cried.
“Let’s play hide and seek!” another, dressed as a silver mouse, giggled.
“But my dears who shall be the seeker?” Mr. Bridshaw asked.
“Why not you Mr. Bridshaw?” the swan femme said.
“Oh splendid!” Mr. Bridshaw smiled, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
The other girls didn’t seem to notice.
Mr. Bridshaw covered his eyes with his hand, as he counted, “One… Two… Three…” and the femmes and I ran into the maze.  I wished I hadn’t.  The maze looked so menacing at night.  I expected someone or something to jump out at any second and attack me.  
I heard footsteps and I ran.  My stupid dress!  It made me stumble.  I picked it up but my wings weighed me down.  Then suddenly, as I rounded a corner, someone jumped out at me, seized me round my waist and lifted me off the ground.  
“So jumpy,” a voice laughed.
It was Josh.  Oh what was he doing here?
“Put me down, please, Josh?” I said.
He didn’t.
“Please, Josh, put me down, please?” I begged him.
“Why?” he asked.
His lips curled into a cruel grin.
“Please put me down,” I begged again.
He put me down, finally, and I turned to run but he grabbed my wings and ripped them off my back.  It hurt, as the straps pulled at and tightened around my shoulders. I almost thought he’d ripped my arms off.  I kept running but he caught me again.  My stupid dress!  
“Please Josh, not again,” I cried.
He pushed me up against the hedge, the leaves and branches scratched and pulled at my hair.  Josh tore off my mask.
“No!” I screamed.
I slapped him; he threw me to the ground.  I got up and ran, and then I bumped into another figure.  This one gently lifted me.
“Is everything alright?” the figure asked.
Oh thank god it was Mr. Bridshaw.
“Y-yes,” I lied.
He gently set me down.  I looked behind me, Josh had disappeared.
“I don’t like the dark,” I said.
“It can be scary,” Mr. Bridshaw said.
“I expect monsters to jump out and get me,” I said.
“Well I won’t let any monsters get you,” Mr. Bridshaw said sweetly to me.
He took off his mask.
“You’re very kind,” I said.
He held my hand in his, stroking his thumb over my hand.  I looked around again.
“Oh dear, what about the others?” I asked.
“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” Mr. Bridshaw said.
He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.
“I lost my mask,” I said.
“You don’t need it,” he said.
“It’s getting late, isn’t it?” I said.
“Not so late,” Mr. Bridshaw said.
“But my father might get worried,” I said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him,” Mr. Bridshaw said, he kissed my hand again.
I made a face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I think I hurt my paw while running,” I lied.  
Mr. Bridshaw looked at me with a concerned look.
“It’s nothing, I’ll be fine,” I lied again.
“You shouldn’t walk with your paw injured,” Mr. Bridshaw said, and he lifted me into his arms.
“But how will we find our way out?  It’s so dark,” I said.
Mr. Bridshaw set me down.
“Just hold my hand and I’ll guide you,” He said.
Sure enough, he brought us back into the garden.  Everyone had gone inside.  We sat down on a bench by some rose bushes.
“Well your paw seems to have gotten better,” Mr. Bridshaw said.
“Oh yes, so it has,” I said quickly.
I felt his fingers in my hair.  "I remember you," he said softly.  "Cream on your nose, and your big, bright alert brown eyes."
My lip quivered a little.  I opened my mouth to speak, then the door opened. Light flooded the garden and blinded us slightly, and there stood Miss Bailie in an owl mask.
“Camille, where have you been? Your father has been looking for you!” Miss Bailie hissed.
“I’m sorry, Nanny,” I said.
“And where is your mask?” Miss Bailie asked me.
“I dropped it,” I said.
Miss Bailie took off her mask.
“Put this on,” she said.
I put on the mask and Miss Bailie grabbed my wrist and dragged me inside.  I looked over my shoulder but Miss Bailie slammed the door shut behind me.
“Bye,” I said softly.
I doubt Mr. Bridshaw heard me.

In my room I sat by the window.  It was 9 o’clock.  Miss Bailie had helped me into out of my dress and into my nightclothes, called one of the maids to start a fire and then left me.  I selected a book but I hadn’t opened it.  I was looking out at the maze.  It seemed a little less menacing from my window, probably because I wasn’t inside or near it.  I looked down at my hand.  Mr. Bridshaw had kissed it.  He’d lifted me into his arms.  I had felt so safe in his arms, as though nothing could hurt me anymore.  Josh couldn’t hurt me.  But Mr. Bridshaw wasn’t here anymore.  I wasn’t safe anymore.  Though Josh wasn’t here either, he would be here again at some point.  I wouldn’t know when.  No one announced his visits to me.  No one told me when he was coming.  He could hurt me again.  I looked past my hand and at my book.  It was Alice in Wonderland, my favorite, but I didn’t feel like reading.  I placed it back on the shelf and then reached under my bed to retrieve my torn bloomers.  I ripped them into four pieces and burned them in the fireplace.  When the fire had consumed them, I turned off my lamp and crawled into bed.  My dreams were dark that night. ", "pools_count": 0, "title": "La Jeune Fille Torturée - Chapter One", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/jpeg", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "3", "name": "Violence", "description": "Mild violence", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "119" }