We can't make any promises now.

He, who brutalized me.

You see, Agony had a teacher when she was younger. This teacher was a close acquaintance of her parents. His name was Tomio.

Tomio had made a great deal of torturing her when her parents were away from the house.

He would pretext of offering some extra lessons to improve her grades at school and then, her parents would approve of it, even if they preferred her to remain a bit uneducated, to prevent her from receiving an education that would make her smarter than her future husband.
Not only her parents were foolish, but they were extremely bigoted.

So he would punch her and rape her on a weekly basis. And he would tell her that she would lose her chaste reputation in the village if she told anyone about this.

Already, Agony didn't really care about her own reputation, but because at this time, she was still very obedient to her parents, she would never inform anyone, and certainly not the polizia.

This situation made her sick in her stomach. She was alone and she knew this.

That's why, at sixteen, she fled the house without any esame di Stato. Europe was still very precarious at this time, but when she arrived at the brothels of the Belgian Coast, after two years of wandering the continent, she was, she was, if not pleased, at least very grateful a pimp would accept her as one of her girls.

If she never forgot about how the men were brutish and indelicate at times, she would at least forget his ugly head.

We were not in a teacher-student relationship where the somewhat barely attractive teacher could be charming and attentive.
No, Tomio was horrible and stupid. Agony had the impression that the educational system could grant a teaching position to the village idiot.

And from now on, the village nincompoop was in the brothel, looking at her, fiercely.