"Young master, please stop! I don't want to do this—please, stop! Ahh, it hurts! You're hurting me, please—just stop!"
Sophie watched the footage in stunned silence, her own voice echoing from the speakers and bouncing off the cold, sterile walls of the quiet room. It was like hearing someone else scream—some other girl who sounded just like her, begging for mercy. Her ears rang, her breath caught in her throat, and her heart pounded like a war drum in her chest.
She remembered that night vividly—how could she forget? It was the night of their marriage banquet. The night everything had spiraled out of control. Shane had been drugged, driven into a frenzy that turned him into someone else entirely—someone unrecognizable. Someone dangerous. Yes, he'd taken her, possessed her like an animal… but she hadn't been raped. Not truly. Not in the way the footage made it seem.
Because that wasn't the whole story.
