"Wow. Wow." Marcie looked at the god in horror, feeling her blood run cold at how casually he'd said that. She stared a moment, too shocked to do much else as she adjusted. Fight, flight or freeze- Marcie's first instinct was fight. She was in Ares' gym, surrounded by Ares' men, Ares' testosterone, after all.
"Real classy. Holy fuck. Did you just threaten to rape me?" she demanded, not keeping her voice down at all. Not that many of the men in this gym were probably any better, a little voice inside her said.