I find myself alone in bed at last and can peacefully think, which is something I need.
In the bedside table drawer, I wake to everything he left for me in that black envelope. Is it possible to show all this proof and get them to abandon the idea of marrying me to that degenerate and continue with my life?
It might go well or it might not, as they might excuse his behavior with one of his typical, chauvinistic sayings, "A man has needs," and still marry me off to him. Alternatively, they might not, but then find another suitor who could be just as bad or even worse.
I also contemplate the possibility of being enslaved to a man, which sends shivers down my spine. Women are raised to satisfy men. Most don't know pleasure because they lack the power to choose, even when to engage intimately with their husband.
I could be betrothed to a reputable man, but still, my marriage would be one of total servitude, plus I would have to give up working and lose my personal and financial independence, which is the last thing I want.
I'm also worried about my first experience with this man. I have no doubt that he'd seek my satisfaction, but the thought of being with someone who intimidates me like that is highly embarrassing. He doesn't care about anything I say. If I tell him to stop, he continues, and when I'm trembling the most, he gets more excited. Although he hasn't gone against his word of abstaining, I know agreeing would be an irrevocable decision.
I spend the day locked away, and he's only brought me food because I don't dare to face him – I hide in the bathroom whenever I hear him approach. I don't want to confront what happened.
Night falls, and he brings dinner, but he tricks me. Believing he had left and after hearing the door close, I find him comfortably waiting for me as I emerge from the bathroom, locking me in place with his gaze.
He approaches menacingly, yet his voice remains calm.
"Listen carefully, Elizabeth, I've been patient with you, and you know it well, but do not test me or exhaust my patience. Do you realize how foolish it is to hide in the bathroom?"
"Sorry, I—"
"No, you be quiet and listen to me. I've kept to my word that I won't take your prized virginity until you ask for it, but that doesn't give you the right to avoid me, and it's ridiculous, too. Remember, last night you ended up in handcuffs and enjoyed it." I blushed fiercely and stared at the floor.
"Now, you're going to eat, then take a shower and put this on. I'll come to see you later. Make sure you leave your timidity, embarrassment, and prejudices in the shower. Don't bring them here—understood?"
"Yes."
He leaves the room, and I'm left on the verge of tears. With him, I can't play games or try to manipulate because he's always several steps ahead, and he doesn't allow me to do anything but confront him.
Something tells me it will be a long night, and what has happened so far is nothing compared to what he could do to me.
I finish my dinner, determined not to leave anything on the plate as I don't want him to reprimand me or add to my punishment.
After my bath, I dry off and dress in a set of light blue underwear with a very simple, ankle-length nightgown. At least I'll be covered, and the clothing doesn't have any peculiar accessories, which allows me to breathe easy and calm down.
When he enters, I am lying in bed, covered up to my nose. He locks the door, sees me, and laughs.
"I have to wonder, dear Liz, if you're so ashamed, how will you ever yield to a man?"
"Can we turn off the light?"
"Bravo!" he claps. "Men like to see our women enjoying themselves as they came into the world."
"I didn't agree to be intimate."
"I'm aware, but I still want to explore your body and see what you hide beneath those ill-fitting clothes you commonly wear."
"I'm an ordinary person; you can find someone better, you should let me go."
"I'll be the judge of that. For now, forget everything because if you haven't grasped it yet, I'm in charge here. I might listen to you but I won’t necessarily oblige, especially not to ridiculous requests."
"What's ridiculous to you?" I ask, annoyed.
"Denying yourself pleasure, for one, spending your life covered up, for another, and why?"
"You expect me to parade around naked? Do you?"
"No, but in the bedroom, it's time to lose all inhibitions."
"This is not my bedroom."
"Well, even so, you're going to pretend it is."
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