Aldana Candi pushed him away, her voice hoarse, "Let go of me."
Steven Balance held her wrist, gazing down at her face, "You'll have to get used to me sooner or later. The more you resist now, the harder it'll be for you in the future. You might as well try to accept all this; it's good for you and for me."
Her voice was faint, "No..."
Steven Balance said lightly, "You still have the strength to resist me now, only because I haven't gone too far with you. But my patience has its limits, and if you keep being so disobedient, I don't mind locking you in the dark room for a few more days. You're really afraid of that, aren't you? How many days do you think you can endure? Sooner or later you'll have to talk obediently, don't you think? It's just unnecessary suffering. You're an adult, can you weigh the pros and cons?"
Aldana Candi held her head, almost crying, and asked with a sob, "Why does it have to be me? Why do you have to force me to do these things, why..."
