It was almost two in the morning, and the only light shining in the room came from the brightness of the moon streaming through the windows. Patrick was sitting at the corner of the room, elbows on his knees and chin resting on his hands clenched into fists, staring at Cyd's sleeping figure on the bed. He could imagine that after that experience of her car getting stuck in a flood and followed by a fever that lasted for hours, the last thing in the world that she wanted was to give up on her dream of giving herself only on her wedding night. Patrick definitely crushed that dream last night when he took her, knowing that she would have no strength to argue nor fight him. But when he saw her close her eyes, part her lips, and go pliant in his arms, all reason left him.
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