She whined as she found he wasn't letting her go. "I need to work!" She pouted and gave a shove to his chest with her hands. Her eyes and hands reached back towards the door after they went inside, as she wanted to find where the cleaning supplies was. She tried to kick off of him then, but still, she couldn't budge. She frowned at him as he sat atop her. She started to squirm out but was stalled by every kiss he gave. She was barely listening until she heard the word<em>wife.</em>She thought back over his words to try and remember what he meant by what he said.<em>'A man who loves his wife...</em>It echoed in her head, as she recalled back when her mother was around. She couldn't remember a single moment when her mother and father appeared at all to<em>love</em>one another. Love was something that was hard to comprehend for Anna.<br/><br/>Goose was right though. She wondered then, if by knocking out her father... if it meant she was being exchanged hands. To be owned by Goose now. Seeing as when kings were killed, the murderer usually took his place. Though, Goose hadn't killed her father... it felt similar.<br/><br/>"Bu-" She started out and then he went on to say more. When he was finished she shook her head rapidly. "You can't! They're dirty! You shouldn't have to touch my filth!" She she shouted at him even as he took them off as she tried to grab them away from him. Soon however, her legs were bare. She brought the end of the sweater down over to cover her private parts. "Don't look..." She whimpered. "I really am a mess..."