"You are blind, as no man
I have ever known. You will never learn, and you will never change."
And with that she turned her back on him.
For a single moment he stood transfixed, loving, and at the same time
hating. . .her
. She knew him as no one else, and had always spoken the truth. But
the words she spoke now were not soothing, were not the gentle words
of comfort he sought. Instead they burned, like salt on an open wound.
Pure, blind hatred rose up inside him, devouring all else. He seized
her by the shoulders, and with the heat of the primal hunger, turned
her towards him. If love would not be gratified, then he would at
least have lust. For the second time that day, Mary looked into the
unseeing eyes of rape. Terror was no longer possible. All she could
feel was despair, and pity. This would be the final, unbearable shame
for them both.
"Stephen, I beg you. In the name of what you once felt for me, and I
for you. Don't do this. Forgive my hard words. I do not hate you. But
this..... This can never be."
"Why not? Why can't it?" He pressed her hard against him.
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