Slowly, she lifted from the bed and crossed the room.  She was angry with him, and it showed in the way her fists clenched at her sides.  The incessant droning about obedience was still reverberating in her head, even though he'd stopped the playback.  When they were standing face to face, she stared at him with loathing, with disgust.<br/><br/>"You're a monster and should be dirty."<br/><br/>Then, she spat at him, aiming for the bridge of his nose.