"You cannot make me! You cannot make me! You cannot fucking make me!" were the words he had woken up that morning to say.
There was the belief within himself that if he said it well enough to her hearing, that she was going to finally keel over and allow him do as he pleased. It was a strategy he had thought about all night, even though the chances of it working seemed rather slim and with little assurance of success.
The day began with a bang and with a very odd one too. Vukan opened his eyes to see the familiar figure standing by his side and looking down at him with nothing but soul sucking gaze. He was familiar with her angst about him not sleeping in bed with her since he arrived at the house, and with the occasional early morning soul sucking stare, but this was different.
"I have had enough of this!" she mouthed. "Today isn't going to be one of those days where you try to make a mockery of this marriage and it starts now! Get up!"