I asked, but she didn't need to say, the tears flowing freely said it all, "Did Perkins fuck you?" I asked, "It's all right, I said he could." I lied. "No, he said," she whispered," he called me 'It,' like I was nothing." "But you are nothing my dear," I reassured her, "Here have some breakfast." "No!" she said before she realised it was scrambled egg and coffee. "You must eat, keep your strength up," I suggested, "Replenish those pussy juices," I leered at her, "Or shall