Not long ago, I watched him murder my fiancé and then force me into marrying him. Apparently, after the initial shock and anger wears off during times of stress, my brain takes a back seat and lets my vagina do the driving. Or maybe it’s just the effect Kal has on me. Maybe an entire lifetime of obsessing over him when he never even looked at me twice has brought me to this point, and now I’m free to explore it, regardless of how fucked up the situation is.
