One hundred and two

As Owen groaned in satisfaction, he callously tossed Amayah aside and stood up, adjusting his trouser.

“Get yourself together and clean this room,” he spat out rudely, not even looking at her.

Amayah nodded silently, her eyes welling up with tears as she watched him walk away. The door slammed shut behind him, and she finally allowed herself to release the pent-up emotions, burying her face in the pillow to muffle a loud, anguished scream.

Tears streamed down her face as she let out all the pain and hurt he had just inflicted upon her.

Here's a rephrased version with some minor adjustments for clarity and flow:

Amayah's mind raced in disbelief, 'How could Owen be such a monster in human form?' She screamed again, her fists hitting her temples in anguish. 'This was rape!' she thought, her body trembling with horror.

She felt a deep sense of regret for leaving Marcus, who had never disrespected her or forced himself on her.

'Marcus would never do this,' she thought, remembering the