Gillian
Magistrate
I don’t really know where to start. Or when things changed. But I know I have little time to tell my story. Our story really. I suppose it was really after the war. The soldiers who returned had been brutalized by their experiences. I suppose its difficult to blame them, really. Many were just boys when they left. But many had needs that their wives and girlfriends were not really able to provide. When did the decree come that spinsters and widows were no longer permitted to refuse. By law.
I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Gillian, a widow since my husband was taken some 3 years ago. I live quietly with my three remaining children. - the two boys went to war and ..... well news is hard to come by. So its just me and the girls. Jane, Eleanor and Chloe. We get by, with cooking and sewing and some cleaning for the richer houses in the town.
It was a Sunday afternoon when they came. Six of them. A little drunk. The front door forced. I was ordered to strip. I pleaded but they just laughed. Then Jane. While they examined our few possessions looking for something worth stealing. Made to dance in our underwear. Then without. I was Told to lay on the table and spread my legs and ask them to rape me. I begged them not to harm the girls...
The second one had a knife and was.... well I don’t know. It was against my breast. But then he suddenly slumped on top of me and I felt and smelt the blood. And Jane standing, the heavy iron skillet in her hand. It was so quick. The other five shocked into immobility.
Of course we were arrested and taken to the prison. Shuffling along with guards on each side. Shocked and humiliated.
And that is how, this Monday, we are together in the crowded courtroom. In our rough prison dresses. Which do not leave very much to the imagination, the material rough on my sensitive nipples
TBC
I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Gillian, a widow since my husband was taken some 3 years ago. I live quietly with my three remaining children. - the two boys went to war and ..... well news is hard to come by. So its just me and the girls. Jane, Eleanor and Chloe. We get by, with cooking and sewing and some cleaning for the richer houses in the town.
It was a Sunday afternoon when they came. Six of them. A little drunk. The front door forced. I was ordered to strip. I pleaded but they just laughed. Then Jane. While they examined our few possessions looking for something worth stealing. Made to dance in our underwear. Then without. I was Told to lay on the table and spread my legs and ask them to rape me. I begged them not to harm the girls...
The second one had a knife and was.... well I don’t know. It was against my breast. But then he suddenly slumped on top of me and I felt and smelt the blood. And Jane standing, the heavy iron skillet in her hand. It was so quick. The other five shocked into immobility.
Of course we were arrested and taken to the prison. Shuffling along with guards on each side. Shocked and humiliated.
And that is how, this Monday, we are together in the crowded courtroom. In our rough prison dresses. Which do not leave very much to the imagination, the material rough on my sensitive nipples
TBC