“No ma’m. Not with his fists. Those snakes he kept caged. Said he’d throw them at me if I misbehaved.”
“And the gun?” asked the officer.
“In the closet, unloaded. Said if I ran away, he’d track me down. Kill me. After he went to work, I broke open the drawer with the bullets. I never fired a gun before.”
“You’re both lucky. He’s barely nicked,” said the policewoman. “He never left a mark on you?”
“Not,” she sobbed, “so anyone could see.”