i have a novel with the following passage i want to poist on LIT. is it acceptable?
i an fairly sure i can get the rape by LIT but the age?????
HELP ME OUT,PLEASE
“What do you want?”
“I am the new owner. I want you dressed and all the slaves standing before the house in 15 minutes.”
“It’s awful early.”
That hit me the wrong way, I was now angry, “And getting later the longer we stand here.”
He turned to someone inside, “Hey, you go tell the niggers to get to the front of the Big House real quick.”
The ‘hey you’ came out the door partly dressed. She was a girl. I grabbed her and stopped her run.
I turned back to the overseer, “You get the people.”
He cursed but put on pants, shirt, boots and hat. He walked to the fire bell and started to beat it. As undressed slaves poured out of the quarters, he was screaming at them to get to the front of the house.
I turned to my captive. She was terrified.
‘You stay as close to me as you can get.” I used the voice I had used 166 years in the future to order a Marine I had just seen shoot a child for nor apparent reason to report to the Company Commander. I also send a sergeant with him. The sergeant carried all the weapons.
There was a large group standing in front of the house.
“How many are there?” I asked the overseer.
“Maybe 100.”
I walked into the mass of people. There were men without shirts, some with whip marks. There were a couple of pregnant women and women dressed in shifts. There was an older man who seemed to be standing slightly alone.
“What is your name?”
“Bander, Sir.”
“Bander, how many people are here?”
“One hundred and seven here with one girl hurt and one man is still bleeding from the whip.”
“Bander, send a rider on a mule to Hughes Plantation and ask Mosia to come here as soon as possible.”
He turned to a skinny boy, “You, go.”
“Yes, Bander,” the boy said and ran to what I thought was a barn.
“Bander, see that the people are dressed, fed and then bring them back here. Please you eat first and get back here first, we need to talk.”
“Yes, Sir.” He called to the people, “Go, dress, eat, and come back here.”
The crowd started to move away. The ’Hey, you’ was still beside me.
I sat on the front steps.
“What’s your name?”
“Bon…Sir.”
“He was using you, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, Sir. It was my turn.”
“How old are you?”
“I don’t know. My daddy ran away and my mother died having another baby. The Old Mammy says I am a woman cause I started bleeding just after Christmas.”
“That would mean you're somewhere around 13 years old. How many times has he used you?”
“Only last night, Sir”
“The girl that cannot walk, he used her too?”
“Night before last. He hurt her bad, sir. He isn’t that big so he must have used the other door.”
“Go eat.”
The front door opened slowly and Patricia looked at me.
“Mr. Clancy!”
“Sorry that you were awaken, Miss Barton. I am seeing to my plantation. I will be here all day. Go get dressed and eat breakfast.”
“Thank you, Sir. I am afraid of Mr. Larky, the overseer. Without men around, he has been much too familiar.”
“I will deal with him.”
The chimneys in the quarters began smoking and I could smell food cooking. I ate my ham and bread and waited. Bon carried a heaping plate to the overseer’s house. She was in there too long; I went to see why. Mr. Larky was on top of her pumping away; the food uneaten.
“Mr. Larky, I need you outside with me. NOW!”
“I ain’t finished with this nigger bitch yet.”
The crowd started to move away. The ’Hey, you’ was still beside me.
I sat on the front steps.
“What’s your name?”
“Bon…Sir.”
“He was using you, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, Sir. It was my turn.”
“How old are you?”
“I don’t know. My daddy ran away and my mother died having another baby. The Old Mammy says I’m a woman cause I started bleeding just after Christmas.”
“That would mean you're somewhere around 13 years old. How many times has he used you?”
i an fairly sure i can get the rape by LIT but the age?????
HELP ME OUT,PLEASE
“What do you want?”
“I am the new owner. I want you dressed and all the slaves standing before the house in 15 minutes.”
“It’s awful early.”
That hit me the wrong way, I was now angry, “And getting later the longer we stand here.”
He turned to someone inside, “Hey, you go tell the niggers to get to the front of the Big House real quick.”
The ‘hey you’ came out the door partly dressed. She was a girl. I grabbed her and stopped her run.
I turned back to the overseer, “You get the people.”
He cursed but put on pants, shirt, boots and hat. He walked to the fire bell and started to beat it. As undressed slaves poured out of the quarters, he was screaming at them to get to the front of the house.
I turned to my captive. She was terrified.
‘You stay as close to me as you can get.” I used the voice I had used 166 years in the future to order a Marine I had just seen shoot a child for nor apparent reason to report to the Company Commander. I also send a sergeant with him. The sergeant carried all the weapons.
There was a large group standing in front of the house.
“How many are there?” I asked the overseer.
“Maybe 100.”
I walked into the mass of people. There were men without shirts, some with whip marks. There were a couple of pregnant women and women dressed in shifts. There was an older man who seemed to be standing slightly alone.
“What is your name?”
“Bander, Sir.”
“Bander, how many people are here?”
“One hundred and seven here with one girl hurt and one man is still bleeding from the whip.”
“Bander, send a rider on a mule to Hughes Plantation and ask Mosia to come here as soon as possible.”
He turned to a skinny boy, “You, go.”
“Yes, Bander,” the boy said and ran to what I thought was a barn.
“Bander, see that the people are dressed, fed and then bring them back here. Please you eat first and get back here first, we need to talk.”
“Yes, Sir.” He called to the people, “Go, dress, eat, and come back here.”
The crowd started to move away. The ’Hey, you’ was still beside me.
I sat on the front steps.
“What’s your name?”
“Bon…Sir.”
“He was using you, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, Sir. It was my turn.”
“How old are you?”
“I don’t know. My daddy ran away and my mother died having another baby. The Old Mammy says I am a woman cause I started bleeding just after Christmas.”
“That would mean you're somewhere around 13 years old. How many times has he used you?”
“Only last night, Sir”
“The girl that cannot walk, he used her too?”
“Night before last. He hurt her bad, sir. He isn’t that big so he must have used the other door.”
“Go eat.”
The front door opened slowly and Patricia looked at me.
“Mr. Clancy!”
“Sorry that you were awaken, Miss Barton. I am seeing to my plantation. I will be here all day. Go get dressed and eat breakfast.”
“Thank you, Sir. I am afraid of Mr. Larky, the overseer. Without men around, he has been much too familiar.”
“I will deal with him.”
The chimneys in the quarters began smoking and I could smell food cooking. I ate my ham and bread and waited. Bon carried a heaping plate to the overseer’s house. She was in there too long; I went to see why. Mr. Larky was on top of her pumping away; the food uneaten.
“Mr. Larky, I need you outside with me. NOW!”
“I ain’t finished with this nigger bitch yet.”
The crowd started to move away. The ’Hey, you’ was still beside me.
I sat on the front steps.
“What’s your name?”
“Bon…Sir.”
“He was using you, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, Sir. It was my turn.”
“How old are you?”
“I don’t know. My daddy ran away and my mother died having another baby. The Old Mammy says I’m a woman cause I started bleeding just after Christmas.”
“That would mean you're somewhere around 13 years old. How many times has he used you?”
