“I won’t marry you!” I shout in his face. But his face is still the same. Steel. “Your act. It doesn’t fit in my head!” “Enough with shouting,” he tugs me toward him and forcibly shoves me into the car. “Your mouth can do more pleasant things.” “You won’t force me!” I flare with anger as he gets in the front. “That’s illegal!” “Your law is me. From the very first meeting.”