“Marrying someone like you is a disgrace,” he says, dragging his finger along my lips, smearing lipstick.
“But you’ll stay mine until I find a way to get rid of you. Now—undress.”
“I don’t want it like this,” I shrink back, realizing that for him it’s nothing to take me by force.
“It won’t be any other way,” he cuts me down with his words. “Never.”
“Then I suggest you start looking for a way to get rid of me as soon as possible! Because I won’t sleep with you by my own will. Never.”