“Don’t touch me.” I pushed him back, shouting at him while tears kept rolling down my cheeks.
Ignoring my shouts, he raised his hand to stroke my cheek, looking into my eyes deeply. When he was about to touch my cheek, I pushed his hand shouting “I said to not touch me.”
“Do you think I care?” Ivan said moving closer to me. I stepped back whilst he kept taking predatory steps towards me.
“Ivan, please.” I shook my head as negative.
“Why?” His deep menacing voice echoed the room.
“Because I’m married. I’m someone else’s wife.”
Hearing me, his eyes turned dark in anger, and he held my arm, clenching his jaw. He yelled at my face, “I don’t care whether you are married or unmarried. You are mine. Do you understand?”
With all my strength, I pushed him shouting “I’m not yours. NOT YOURS".