With tear-stained cheeks, she looked at him, it felt as if life had been sucked out of her tonight. She looked dead as if everything that mattered had been taken away from her. Tired, drained.
"Does it matter anymore?" She asked looking at him. "Does it matter what my opinion is? Does it hold any significance?! When you are practically pushing me into a corner!"
"Of course it does. Do you think that I would bring my future wife here to a fucking Brothel? Make her see some men fuck? I have given you a chance to make it better than someone, so think about it and choose wisely. You've seen my face and been to my house, so there's no way out for you." He scoffed at the end as if such himself.
"You want my answer now?" She asked her chest heaving at the pressure she felt.
