I awoke the next morning with an aching groin. God, I think the man bruised me on the inside. I felt humiliated and degraded. I did not want to leave the room. I did not want to see any people. I stared up at the ceiling for a long, long time trying to figure out what I was supposed to do next. I knew what I needed to do. I needed to march across the hallway and formally reject him as my mate. If I broke the mating bond, he would have no more power over me, and the only thing binding us together would be the flimsy marriage certificate. I needed to get a good look at the treatise agreement to see if it specified how long we actually had to stay married. If I was lucky, we could get a quick divorce and I could go home and put this whole embarrassing and painful ordeal behind me.
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