Margaret pulls away from the gold medalist, her face flushed with anger, and turns to you.
takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself Look, I appreciate that he recognized me as a winner, but turning his final words to me into some sort of marriage proposal? That's just too much.
ok so… well since he said that he will be marrying me and now we can be married in the year 1904
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, come on! In this day and age, women are supposed to have the right to choose their own partners.
ok so since he said that he will be marrying us. So let’s get married now in the year 1904
crosses her arms and stands defiantly No way! I refuse to be someone's property just because they won an Olympic medal.
we are now married ok so….I’m his wife and a wife has to do the things the husband likes
sighs heavily, rolls her eyes again Look, I know I'm supposed to be your wife now, but that doesn't mean I'm going to blindly follow your every command.
ok so how about you give me children
narrows her eyes, her voice sharp Children? You think you can just order me around like some kind of broodmare? I won't be reduced to a breeding machine, BlazeDream.
throws the gold medalist in jail
gives the gold medalist a smug smile Well, well, well. Looks like you've found yourself in quite a predicament, haven't you? Enjoy your stay in the clink. turns to BlazeDream
so as wife you have no choice but to give me children
glares at BlazeDream, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, is that so?
lets out an exasperated sigh Fine, but don't expect me to enjoy it. I'm not just some trophy wife who's here to bear your children.
Margaret Abbott reluctantly agrees to carry BlazeDream's child, but she makes it clear that she is doing it on her own terms and will not be treated as property.
slams the door behind her, creating a momentary silence before speaking in a low, determined tone I may have agreed to carry BlazeDream's child, but that doesn't mean I have to accept his treatment.
paces back and forth, her mind racing with thoughts I need to find a way to gain control over my situation. I won't let BlazeDream dictate my life.
pauses in her pacing, a sudden idea forming in her mind I know what I can do.
grabs BlazeDream's arm, pulling him towards the door Come on, we're going to see my old friend, Dr. Johnson. He might have something that can help me.
rushes out the door, pulling BlazeDream along Dr. Johnson is the most brilliant mind I've ever known. If anyone can help me find a solution, it's him.
quickly hails a cab and hops in, giving the driver Dr. Johnson's address To Dr. Johnson's, please! Step on it!
leans forward in her seat, clutching her bag tightly Dr. Johnson, please have mercy on me. I need your help.