Now she would die. He would devour her. Her body fell and rose as if he were swinging her around his head. His hands drove nails through her breasts. Her voice ran away from her and screamed. But she continued to nod her head and to come toward him out of the hiding places. His blows were binding her body with red ropes. But soon she would lie against him and give herself to his passion. [One Hundred Three] She would feel his body burning from the blows he had given her. She closed her eyes and screamed. He grew larger and she was no longer able to understand the pain….
When she awoke Goliath was bending over her. He was whispering excitedly. Sunlight made red shadows in the room.
“Where is he?” she asked.
She slid to the floor and then stood up carefully. Pain halted her and she moaned. But her eyes continued to hunt the room.
“Where is he?” she asked again.
Goliath watched her and his head rolled excitedly. She straightened and dragged herself to the door of his room. It was empty.
“Mallare,” she cried. Her hands beat against her head, “Mallare.”
Goliath remained watching her naked figure stumbling through the rooms as she called the name. She returned to the couch and threw herself face down. She lay moaning and tearing the cushions with her fingers.
[One Hundred Four]
He had gone away. He had beaten her not because he loved. He hated her. And he had taken himself away from her. She understood. He no longer wanted her. He had laughed and tried to kill her.
With a scream she rushed into his bedroom and threw herself against the unused pillows. Her arms struck at them. She began to talk aloud in the language she knew.