His broad shoulder and humongous stature towered over her father when he came into the shop. The stranger appeared as if he was a Monster from the Mountain, one with impressively large built covered with wild furs he hunt. He offered a deal her family couldn't turn down, much needed dollars to save her mother's life and to feed her four little brother.
She was sold to a complete stranger, no clear prospect of what the future would bring except his words that bore in her soul. "You will be my good wife" he had it all planned out. How could that be? He didn't know her. How could she accommodate a man twice her size? What would become of her? Torn? Spent? Stretched?
How could she find comfort from his coarse hands,rough touch and greedy lust for her innocent soft flesh?