Laura trembled under Marco's touch. She didn't want any kind of physical contact with him. That was also one of the reasons she didn't want to have lunch in the kitchen.
"Good morning, Laura."
His voice was strong and shook the little courage she had left even more.
"Good morning. Can you let me go? I'm going to my room."
"Have you had lunch yet?"
"No, I'll eat later."
"No way, you're only going upstairs after you have lunch."
"I'm not hungry and Berta will bring a plate for me. I prefer to eat there."
"You don't want to sit at the table with the workers, is that it?"
"I don't want to sit at the table with a group of men. Please, let me go."
"Today you will, but tomorrow I want you here for lunch. You are my wife and will take your place. You won't live hidden and frightened, you
