Tears welling in her eyes, Melissa pleaded, “Get off me."

Marcus slowly released her hand, noticing a cut on her finger. She whimpered in pain, “That hurts."

"Do you realize it hurts? You're a liar, aren't you? Tell me, does it hurt?"

Marcus seemed to transform into someone else. He intrusively slid his finger beneath her clothes, handling her roughly.

Her faint cries echoed through the small rental.