He brought me pearls and necklaces and rings.
He called them girly things.
He ran his clammy hands along my limbs.
I didn't shrink,
played statue, shtum.
He let his fingers sink into my flesh,
he squeezed, he pressed.
I would not bruise.
He looked for marks,
for purple hearts,
for inky stars, for smudgy clues.
His nails were claws.
I showed no scratch, no scrape, no scar.
He propped me up on pillows,
jawed all night.
My heart was ice, was glass.
This line is an indication of her resistance; she is unscathed by his strategies. 
 The triplet of  alliterative  nouns, with repeated “s"s is rhythmic.  The long list that precedes it is answered by this one brief line with its repeated "no"s. All indicate her invincibilty.
Pygmalions Bride