"Will, not tonight. Please," I said softly, staring at the floor. He laughed cruelly.
"What, are you too tired, Soph? Yeah. Right. You're such a fucking tease."
I flinched. "I'm sorry. But… I am tired. And…" I stopped. I didn't want to tell him I was in pain from the night before.
He got in my face, grasping my upper arms. "Shut up. You're a slut, Sophie, and sluts don't ever get tired of sex." His eyes were wild and frightening.
"Will, please…"
But he ignored my words. He forced me onto my bed, and the night of horror started.