Reading their minds.

Mateo.

Even when I caress her body and force a kiss on her, she did not reject me.

“I love you,” I mutter as I kiss her neckline. She remains motionless, like a walking corpse. “I promise to treat you well. Just accept me, darling.” I caress her face before kissing her, hoping for a response, but she crushes my hopes. She locks her gaze on me. Her frigid stare says it all.

Ahh. She knows how to make me feel guilty. I take a step back, my heart heavy with her rejection.

“I apologize. You need to shower and get to bed,” I say, pointing to the bathroom. She goes inside, completely clothed, without saying anything.

“Honey, are you not going to remove the cloth you’re wearing?” I ask, but she did not respond.

Is what I’m doing right? Is it legal to keep her here without her consent? I know I’m wrong, but I just can’t let her go. I know she’s anxious, but I need to keep her here. I’m afraid of what will happen if I let her leave. When she comes in, I’m half naked on my bed, still thinking