Archie greets me halfway down the steps. “Morning,” he says, holding a coffee in one hand, a bowl filled with boiled eggs in the other. “She didn’t keep you up all night, did she?” I scoff out a laugh and ignore him. This man is deranged. A political leader who works with numerous charities for animals, schools and victims of all kinds of abuse, yet the sick fuck was perfectly fine with having a forced threesome with teenage me then abusing me after I passed out. He was fine with feeding me drugs and booze while I begged to leave the house.
