“Why aren’t you screaming?” he inquired, changing the subject. “Or calling for help?” I fell quiet, wishing I could answer his question. For my own sake. I might be in danger. At the very least a strange man was in my home uninvited, and he’d been here before, threatening me. Run. Scream. “I don’t know,” I answered instead. I still could scream. I wasn’t ready just yet. “Why did you come back?” I asked. “I wanted to see if you’d dance again.” “How did you know I’d be alone?” “I don’t give a fuck if you’re alone,” he said. “Just as long as I have you to myself.” My heart skipped a beat, and I
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