Such a cute lass with her boyfriend, in the rather ghastly airport restaurant, at an ungodly-early hour the other morning.
No rings. Not married or engaged. Their first trip away together?
During which she will learn quite how he expects her to be a good girl. To be obedient.
To let him use her.
How he will take off his belt, a couple of days into the trip, and punish her for answering him back. How she will resent it; how she will love it.
How, when they mingle with the other hotel guests in the bar late that night, he will invite a newly-met friend to their room. “If you like her, feel free to have her.”
How he will watch. Photograph her as she is stripped, pushed onto the bed, forced to comply.
How, after the gentleman has left, he will take her arse. Roughly.
And how, once he is done, she will curl up in his arms and be told that she is loved.