Anne did not resist, but as Magnus spoke, and taunted, and tried to make her beg, she looked straight at him with all the hatred of a woman who had been forced to live with a man she despised for years. Her lips and nostrils trembled. Her eyes were cold. "You pathetic excuse for a man. You selfish boar. You want me to beg? Why don't you hurry up and die already, for I'd rather lose everything, knowing you are burning in hell."