She was confused.

I suppose it was the appropriate word, confusion.

Troubled, perhaps a better choice. Troubled, and uncertain. He descended upon her, his teeth scraping and prodding. She could fight, she could lash and scream, and accuse him of all the things she thought then. But what would the point be? What would it all matter in the end? She was desperate, she was needy. He offered a home. And for that, she relented. She moved, slipping into submission beneath the cold man, this forgetful old cod.

He meant home, and that, for her, was good enough.