Danielle Smith

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Yes, in this moment, I felt every bit the scared little mouse he viewed me as. I was afraid, and I was sure he saw that. And maybe he’d even come after me, playing with me like his own personal little toy, but it didn’t matter. Nothing but the fact that today I was in control did. For now, I was free.
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