His hands on me
Hazel Michelson
“Would you kill me too?” I asked him by taking step back from him. As he had very dangerous expressions in his eyes.
The smirk appeared on his face as he noticed that I took the step back from him.
“well, that will defy the purpose of marriage. Our marriage is done to end the war and make peace.”
He was making a fair point. He spoke again “Are you denying me what is mine to take”?
“My body is not yours. It mine at first place. So, I can deny it”. I was at his mercy. I have no weapon and I cannot win it with empty hands. O was trying to justify my point but I was making him further angry.
“Well, I can take anything with force.”
“you can but that was then called as rape”.
“Its my right to claim your body at the wedding night and you are refusing to do that so how that is called as rape”.
“Fine the rape me so I can hate you from the bottom of my heart”.
“well you don not love me either so it will make no difference” he was mocking me.