23: What did the American do ?
3 weeks later *Zara* I am taking a bath, soaking up the warmth. It is late in the afternoon and once again I fear that this is the evening Imad will come to my room again, to take what is his right as my husband. He has already been by two times since that evening. The first time I lied and told him that I was still bleeding, even though I haven't been bleeding at all. And the second time I pretended to feel ill, and I had complained so much about the pain that he gave up and left me. The mere thought of having s*x with him is so repulsive to me by now that it makes me feel physically ill. But I know that I have run out of excuses, the next time he comes I will have to bite my teeth and endure. The only man I wanted to ever touch me if it was up to me is Dean. Every touch from him is
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