Vivienne's head was spinning.
Her whole brain was on fire.
She kept screaming at herself, why did you say yes, you moron? Why didn't you say no? Why are you such an idiot?
But on the outside, she kept smiling at André sweetly. Her face was calm, almost angelic, as if she wasn't dying inside. She looked like a devoted little maid, while inside she wanted to faint, cry, and run away all at once.
They walked together down the hallway to her room.
Her palms were sweaty. Her knees were weak. Her stomach was tight as if she had swallowed rocks. Every step toward her room felt like walking into her own grave.
When they got to the door, her heart was beating so fast she thought André could hear it.
The door opened. They stepped inside.
The air in the room felt heavy.
Vivienne thought, please God, please, don't let him do something to me. Not again. My body cannot take it. My soul cannot take it.
