Xinye's view

"Don't cry," Dudo said after retaking me. It was only yesterday that he had forced himself on me, "Why are you crying anyway? Surely it is not that bad."

"I am missing my first husband and my family I have not seen since I have been thrown back here," I said in half-truth. Dudo did not want to accept that what he was doing was wrong and was tormenting me by forcing me.

"Are you sure that they are not here?" Dudo asked gently, looking like he cared for a moment.

"Yes, I wonder if there is a way to send back a note to them through time," I said, sniffling and wiping my nose with the back of my hand.

"What about a jade tablet? If you write what you want to say, I will get an artesian to carve it. It would only take a couple of days for the masters."

"That's a good idea, what about a copper and gold plate too? In case it is broken. They also might survive the time," I suggested.

Dudo nodded, "Alright, you write a note, and I will organise it."

A genuine smile lit my face for the first time, "Thank you, Dudo! I appreciate this."

"Not a problem, my love. I would do anything for you," he leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

I restrained a shudder and smiled, "I know." I sat down to paint a letter to travel through time to the future.

I wrote: - 

DEAR THOMAS, CARMEN, VENUS, AND DAD,

I AM SENDING THIS LETTER IN HOPES THAT IT WILL GET TO YOU THROUGH TIME. WE HAVE BEEN LIVING HERE NOW FOR 7 YEARS

BRYCE, MAELGWYN, FERGUS, AND I HAVE ALL BEEN SENT BACK TO THE REIGN OF HONG TAIJI.

WE ARE ALL FINE. BRYCE HAS 3 CHILDREN. FERGUS JUST GOT MARRIED. MAELGWYN IS A GENERAL. I AM WELL LOOKED AFTER BY BRYCE'S WIFE'S BROTHER.

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND MISS YOU DEARLY. THERE IS NO WAY BACK, SO IF YOU FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO SPEND YOUR LIFE WITH, PLEASE DO SO. YOU ARE ALWAYS IN MY PRAYERS.

KAREN

"It is done," I said and handed the letter to Dudo, who looked at it, and then folded it carefully and put it in his sleeve. 

"I will send it off to the artisans now. It should be ready in a couple of days," he said.

"Thank you again, Dudo," I said heartfeltly, my husband, father, and children from the future were constantly on my mind whenever I was away from Xin, but I had no idea on what to do about our situation. This was the first time a possible solution had presented itself to me, "Can you do three of each up?'

"Three? Why three?" Dudo asked.

"Well, because they have to go through time, I have to try and get at least one to them. There are three possible ways and no guarantees at all that they will get there."

"What ways are they?"

"Through the Korean royal family, the Chinese royal family until Queen Victoria if the box holding the letters are passed to Queen Victoria in England it might get there. The final way is through the Pope in Rome." I said, listing the three ways off, "Each box will have to be engraved too."

Why did you not say so?" he asked, "Write what you need on them."

"Ok," I agreed.

On the outer box, I need to be written, "A letter for the year 22xx July 7. Please open then."

The inner box "Please send to THOMAS CHEN, xx DRIVE, QLD AUSTRALIA." 

"I will show you the finished product and send them on their way to those locations," Dudo promised me. I was relieved as he decided to see the artisans himself, giving me three days of peace. He returned on the fourth day and showed me the work. As I could see nothing wrong with it, he sent them off with four of his trusted bodyguards, each with a letter explaining things to the people they were going to.

Musings

I'd found a private glade where I could sit comfortably near a small fish pond and here I'd have quiet moments with myself and my God while Dudo attended to matters of state. Soot would leave my side to go off exploring in these times.

Reflecting over my various journeys, I continue to be so thankful for the peace present regardless of whatever chaos was happening. The knowledge that my soul was safe with God, no matter what happens with this my physical body. 'God promised he would never give us more than we can handle, so he must believe I can handle this. Also, it is written all things work for good to those that serve him. I have to believe I am enduring this to get word to my future family.'

With amazement, I observe my body's ability and responses like the effortlessness of breathing and my body with all its challenges is a gift I give thanks for. In the glade, I make the most of each moment recalling my blessings, making time to write and let go of some experiences.

As I left the glade to wander amongst the flowers, I felt watched - a sensation tingling the hairs on the back of my neck. 

Looking around for the source, I found the watching eyes roaming my whole being and saw his body move from the nearby tree towards me. 

Nowhere to go, I stood waiting and felt Dudo's arm circle my waist pressuring me his way down certain paths.

Knowing no-one was yet available to assist me;

Employed staff must turn blind eyes to feed their families and struggling only hurt me more, I submitted to his pressures remembering with a certain sense of irony my third sons' advice, "If you do not want to be raped, consent."

Dudo opened a door revealing a courtesan style room and I felt my blood drop from my head as I saw things I'd heard glimpses about in the modern world. 

Paler than usual, he took me in and then his pleasures commenced.

My soul into my God's hands, I placed as my body was used by him.

I understand that many people explore and enjoy these activities of pleasure, submission and dominance –

I guess the key aspect for me here is informed consent and rights of which I had neither, as for many others who are also subjected to the whims of powerful perpetrators. 

I found my body in many scenarios, being contorted and administered to by him –

His hunger for my flesh was never sated and he was totally obsessed with licking, touching, inserting, sucking and other...

There were many times when I was not there, as my mind and being had fled in exhaustion or simply shut down, passed out.

Mind you, sometimes, when I became aware:

My sense of humour kicked in, as I'd find myself in positions I never knew my body could actually do or felt like I was a chicken strussed-up for a roasting.

I am sorry if I caused any offence and I know it's not funny - I am in survival mode!

"God please send me help soon!"  

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