"No..."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he roughly took her, using his free hand to grip tightly onto her hair. It hurt, and she could taste the alcohol on his skin, but she tried not to think about it, focusing instead on surviving this horrific ordeal.

As the minutes dragged by, Mark grew increasingly rough, grunting with each thrust.

"Get off me,"

she gasped as he finally pulled out and collapsed beside her on the couch. She could feel his hot breath against her neck, smell the alcohol on his breath. Tears continued to stream down her face as she tried to catch her shuddering breaths.

"Don't... don't ever do that again,"

she managed to choke out between sobs. "Just leave me alone."