The rich guy is getting closer, and I don’t have time to come to my senses before he lifts me up, carries me, and throws me onto the bed. He looms over me:
— You’re not going anywhere. Now you’re my wife. And I’ll take you right now.
I understand: it’s your first time—you’re scared...
— Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.
I don’t know why I listen to this nonsense.
— We have a fake marriage, — I want to shout, but it comes out like half a whisper.
— I changed my mind. The marriage is real.
— What do you mean, you changed your mind? — I ask, and Arthur’s hand meanwhile opens my robe.