Sarah saw Simon move from the back door out of the corner of her eye, and hoped he was leaving. She didn't want him getting hurt. She looked up at him, speaking softly with pain in her voice. "I don't love you. I will never love you. Just like you've never loved me. I don't even want to be with you! I want to be with him! I love Simon, not you!" Mark made a low growling noise, clutching her by the throat and pushing her against the wall. "Say that again, you fucking slut." She made a noise of distress, clutching her throat and trying to push him off. He continued to grip her neck until she started sliding down the wall, at which point he let her fall to the floor while she gasped and wheezed.

Mark laughed sourly, kicking Sarah in the stomach so that she doubled over, clutching it. He rolled his eyes, opening the door and starting to walk out. "You're so fucking lucky I didn't kill you, you whiny little bitch. You'll love me, and never see him again. You'd honestly be better off joining your sister."