… I say as I stand in front of you, “you need to tell me that you want this too. I am not a monster and you are not a slave.”
You shuffle back and forth a bit. I grab your shirt and march you to the hall, open the front door and shove you towards it. “Well, go if you want to go, you’re not far from home, it’s just a short walk, don’t feel any obligation to stay.”
You look down at your shoes and blush, hard, a broad flush of red lighting up your cheeks. “I …” the rest is muffled and inaudible.
“Yes?” I say in a demanding and definite tone staring down at you, “and look me in the eye when you talk to me young lady.”
Trying to raise your eyes to me is hopeless, you manage a little motion of your neck before your head droops back again, your breathing is quite shallow now, “I … I …”
“I am going home? Is that what you mean to say? Of course, don’t let me keep you, here is a brolly, doubt you’ll need it, the weather is fine, good night and good luck to you.”