"Stop these questions. They don't even make any sense!" Winifred snapped again.
"I'm not going to stop until you answer each one. Was he big or not?" Arthur asked adamantly while squeezing her cheeks, his fingers curled around her hair as he asked yet another set of questions,"Did he stretch you out, sugar? Did you like it so much?"
Winifred was confused. She looked like she had no idea what was happening. She couldn't understand why he was asking all these questions. All she knew was that she was flushed, shaking and quivering. Everything inside of her was in chaos. The pounding of her heart, all the extra air that she was sucking in, the tug in her stomach. It was like an earthquake. It felt like she was a victim of an earthquake, or a victim of him.
