It was always a long shot, anyway. Yukiko's fully aware that her time, her body, her life now no longer belong to her. They belong to this man, her husband. He'd kept her home from school for a whole week on 'sickness' claims as she recovered from the black eye he'd given her the first time she'd refused him.

There's no way out of this. Her mind tries to find an escape route, but anything she does right now, she'll pay for later.

Eventually, the resistance leaves her face and she glumly looks down and to the side. "...all right," she says, setting her bookbag on the floor and sliding her shoes off. She slowly begins unbuttoning her sweater, taking her time with it as she approaches him.

"I do have a lot of homework tonight, so if this could be a little quick? Dear," she adds at the end.