"I didn't know you had such a fetish for unconscious victims." Conrad joked. He immediately received the glare he had expected from her.
"You're disgusting." She hissed. She went to move away from him, but he immediately pulled her close. Despite her struggles, she was soon cheek to cheek with her husband. Despite what she had felt moments ago, the idea of being close to him now made her queasy.
"My dear, you're the one who couldn't resist me. Your hands. Your lips. You couldn't help yourself."
"You seem much more appealing when you don't say or do anything." She shot back.
"Don't be a sourpuss, Victoria. I think it's sweet." She offered him a fake smile before trying unsuccessfully to escape his embrace. He was quick enough to think fast and strong enough to pull her back until she was practically on his lap.
"My desire for you, much like my stomach had spoiled. And right now the thought of either one makes me nauseous. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to turn in for the night."
She stood with enough force to break his embrace. He raced around the bed, blocking the door just as she had approached it.
"I'm not letting you slip through my fingers that easily. Not again."
"I didn't slip. You dropped me." She knew her words were harsh, but she felt as though she couldn't breath. She was desperately struggling to break free of Conrad, to go into another room, any room where she could calm herself down, process what had happened and plan her next move. She knew that he was in control and she hated it. She hated that powerless feeling that he loved forcing her into.
"I am begging you, don't do this." Conrad was trying to curb his temper. He was no stranger to Victoria's schemes and he knew she was desperate to get away from him. He wished he could shake her when she got like this. In a last ditch effort Conrad poured two glasses of scotch. He knew he could use one and imagined Victoria felt the same. When he handed her the glass, she slapped it out of his hand and watched the glass shatter into a million pieces.
"Victoria!"
"Let. Me. Go." She demanded through clenched teeth. Conrad moved, letting his arm reach out to her, but she turned her body away from him, dodging his touch as she stormed out of the room.