The woman's mind.

She had an excuse that night. She was drunk. Or at least, she had had a lot to drink. He had been drinking as well, but was apparently a lot more in control, if only by virtue of adaptation. She, however, was clearly enjoying her state of lack of control, or less control than usual, and seemed reluctant to snap out of it. He looked as irresistible as he did when she was sober, but when drunk, she was all the more less inclined to resist anyway. Some things feel right. Some things are right. The rest are calculable.
Later, people said she was taken advantage of. In retrospect, it seemed fairly obvious too. He got her drunk, he took her, he used her, he threw her, and perhaps, he killed her too. Except that he had no apparent reason to do the latter two. It's highly unlikely that anybody would ever know what happened. We can only guess. I knew her well, so perhaps I can guess better. She loved him, so if she was fooled and used, he did that much before that night. If she was the one who used him, she certainly was a cool bitch who used her death as the ultimate tool to keep him with herself, even if dead. I suspect she really did this. Women's libido is strong, especially for the man she really sets her eye on. It can make her do anything. He had always seemed unsure about them, except that single (or not so single) men rarely deny casual flings with women who fall for them and one could always withdraw just before it's time to commit. He was caught. Between love and lust. And something far more psychotic. I pity him. He might still think she really loved him. Maybe she even did, though I'm not so sure. But I can prove she could have easily killed herself. She had the excuse to aggressively force him for her desire. He had reason to deny concrete commitment, and she was sufficiently crazy to victimise herself by suicide. I can prove that. I'd not let him be punished.
And then, I'd take him. And he'd forever be mine.