Just a hint about one thing that affects Mary the rest of her life.
Mary recoiled, breaking free, but he caught her hand and started talking in a low, secretive tone. Mary couldn’t move, not just because of his hand gripping her, but because her mind refused to work.
“This stays our business,” he murmured, “we don’t talk about this to others, Mary, okay.”
Mary nodded in silent assent, pulled away, and the old man let her go, this time.
The feeling of terror, and guilt, and helplessness now forever part of her.