Marcella watched Guy, and the way Troy was looking nervously at him. Something inside of her was bubbling with excitement and adrenaline, and the way Troy was backing away from Guy with uncertainty etched on his features made her feel energised.
"Now look- wait I- I didn't do those things," Troy said, gulping hard. "You can't do anything to me, it's illegal. You're breaking and entering. Marcie, tell him! Just get your stuff and go!"
He back back through into the living room, Marcella following him. "Just because a girl isn't screaming and fighting doesn't mean it's not rape," she hissed, the need for retribution overtaking good sense.
"I didn't r- assault anyone!" Troy shouted back, unwilling to say the word. "Look, get outta my face, man! This is my home, get out!"