Not Amnesia, but Loss

The moment the door closed, it effectively isolated Keyon's despairing cries. Alla, tossed harshly onto the bed, was given no chance to resist before the man bore down upon her. She had thought his actions were merely to provoke Keyon; she had not anticipated his true intentions – he actually planned to sleep with her!

"Casiano, don't you have an obsessive compulsion for cleanliness? I've been with other men, doesn't that repulse you?" 

Only now did she recall his particular distaste for uncleanliness, clutching onto this realization as a desperate lifeline, struggling vehemently as she shrieked out her question.

"How does that matter? I no longer care..." 

After uttering these words nonchalantly, the man's deep-set eyes hardened with resolve, as if he had made a significant decision. It was only at this moment that Alla realized Casiano was genuinely furious, so much so that he overlooked her perceived impurity, intent on claiming her.