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"You call yourself a man. How dare you lay your filthy hands on me. I would rather die than breathe the same air as you," Ruvarashe said taking a few steps away from Lorenzo.
"You are mine and I can very much touch you whenever I want. Your father was very compliant when I handed over your bride-price and I must say you are quiet a treasure in his eyes."
"My father would not stoop so low, how dare your lie!" She said in bewilderment.
"Well you are now mine. So pack everything you deem important, we leave for my home in the next fifteen minutes," he said looking at his watch.
"You will have to drag me out of here," she said defiantly holding her head up higher.
"Listen to me my dear. You should be ecstatic that I just married you. You are now in the shoes many women have only dreamed of filling. Now we will make this marriage work as long as you give me one thing."
She scoffed at his arrogance and pompous attitude before asking, "What do you want?"
"Your body," he simply stated standing in front of her.
The loud slap was the only sound heard in the room as his eyes turned a shade darker.
"I would rather become a nun, that be with the likes of you," she said storming out of the room.