"Begging?!" he was incredulous and could hardly believe what she was saying. Who the hell did she think she was? "Begging!? No, no, no, no, no, no! I don't beg. You're mistaken you swine! You took advantage of me! I don't beg!" He whined like a child and slammed his back down on the cot when his own voice was far too much for his own head.
He gripped his skull in agony and looked at her. He'd been drinking again, he knew he'd been drinking again because his head never hurt this bad in the morning even when he'd taken a beating. He didn't remember anything! Maybe he did beg and she was all high and mighty enough to say yes and then they did it. It was highly possible that she was right!
Dram looked at her with red, angry eyes, and his face was hot with embarrassment and shame. "Oh, what have I done!? This never happens...never! This is all your fault, godsdamn you! You got me drunk! It has to be your fault! Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit. What am I gonna do!? Well......" he sighed and tried to slow down his brain. "Was I at least any good?" He had his hands covering his face and he peeked at her through his fingers.