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She was quick to sense the thick ominous atmosphere the moment he took her into his bedroom.
He set her on her feet with a delicate gentleness that didn't match his anger.
This slightly shocked her.
He went around her and undid the zipper of the white dress.
He tore the sleeves off her body and proceeded to rip it to rags with none of the gentleness that he had displayed earlier.
But the gown stubbornly hung at her waist.
He ripped the dress off her in one swift smooth move that made her gasp out, loudly.
He flung the shredded material away from her, far away from her.
She whirled around, surprised enough to look at him, forgetting her fear for a moment.
He had a satisfied look on his face despite his rage.
He ran his eyes over her seminude -for she was in her underwear- body once, twice.
And then he turned away from her, raking his hands through his raven black hair.
She forefelt his outburst during the foreboding silence that followed the ripping off of her dress.
It was a silence that nearly easily stretched across an ocean.
And then, it came, unrestrained, flat-out.
'You were bound to your words! How on earth could you go back on your words?!' he demanded turning his ferine gaze on her.
She shivered, swallowing hard.
'How the fuck could you do that?! What in the bloody blaze did you think you were doing trying to leave? Do you know the implication of what you have done? Do you?!' he asked her in a sharp tone.
She flinched for his voice was loud and dreadful leaving her terror stricken by it.
'I do not think that I did anything wrong. I, I only wanted to be free,' she said to him, 'of you.'
'You wanted to do so at whose expense, at whose expense?' he demanded of her.
Her mouth clamped together as her eyes stared fixatedly at him.
'It was at my expense, my expense! You made a mockery of me! You disobeyed me! You deceived me!' he said to her with the ferity of his anger.
'I am sorry,' was all she could say to him at the moment.
''You are not! I will make you sorry, I promise!' he screamed at her.
She began to weep again.
This was the heavy comeuppance of her conatus to hegira.
She reviewed her unfortunate concatenation within her.
It left her tired, worn out, completely without will, dispirited and not impetuous.
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