As though the trio had it practiced, one of them looked dejectedly to one side and peeled off to be about his task. That left the other two with nothing to do and their favourite victim to bully. Breakfast, it seemed, was spread out across the kitchen juuuust enough that the boys would have time for their fun without quite taking too long.<br/><br/>The taller of the lads sauntered up to stand before her, and made a show of looking her up and down. "Word is ye've been through a bunch, ey? Beaten fer being a shit lay, is the word."<br/><br/>"Aye tha's why he never shares her out, innit?"<br/><br/>"Reckon so. She's a fuckin' embarrassment. No wonder he hits her til she's blue."<br/><br/>"Right! An' yeh heard her moans? She's always screaming out. Guess he does fer her what she don't fer him. Poor sod."<br/><br/>They spoke, mostly to each other, but with countless glances to her. Some were disdainful, even hateful... Others were, conversely, lustful and hungry.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>