ARIA

The night has progressed in a way that I don't like one bit.

Ray got drunk. Really drunk. I was the butt of all his jokes, forced to stand beside him while he grabbed me whenever he liked and forced my face this way and that way.

Now, we're in his bedroom. The guests have all left because he abruptly decided that he wanted them gone, and now, it's just the two of us.

I know what he said about not touching me but that doesn't necessarily mean that I believe him, especially when he's ...