She was turned over and over by him, lost in mind and spirit, and apart from broken whimpers, she couldn't utter a word.
What did he mean by staying far away from her, by keeping watch at the corner of her street where she lived, watching her come and go?
He suddenly used force, making her tremble; she felt sore all over and a sourness in her heart, but she also felt he was unreasonable. When had she ever misbehaved? Which day did she not eat well and sleep well?
Still, he asked her if she behaved!
She simply ignored him, but she also indulged him...
She didn't know why it turned out like this. At first, she resisted, she hadn't even thought clearly about what to do, how could she be willing to be so intimate with him? But his every word, his wronged, angry eyes, made her heart inexplicably waver. Just such a waver allowed him to take control...
