Francine Rivers. A still small voice (№ 366261)

- I have to go, my Lord. Please...
- Where to go?
- To himself.
- I'll go with you.
She looked at him, clutching his hand to his tunic.
- I have no choice?
Mark knew what she would say if he would give her the choice. Speaking against all human instincts, her cursed God requires from his followers purity.
- What if I say no?
- I beg you not to rape me.
- Rape you? is the word and slashed him. - You belong to my family. Is it violence if something that belongs to me, I take what I want? And, in my opinion, I give you respect, even when...
Then he stopped listening to himself. For the first time, mark felt an unspeakable sense of shame. He stared at her, because for a moment saw himself as she must see him, and shuddered. He called her something. Something! Had he just thought about her? How about things that can enjoy, not caring about her feelings?