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though.”
    “Sluts reap what they sow.”
    “I uh...let's just go get some iced coffee before our next class.”
    “Okay, lemme just finish putting on my lip gloss.”
    Yuki endured the remaining few seconds they were there, practically radiating shame and rage from where she was huddled on the toilet. They...they thought she had asked for this? They thought she deserved it?
    Just because she chose to profit off of rich men's misogyny and took advantage of a system that was skewed against her, didn't make her
deserve
her assault. Nothing could have made her
deserve
her assault. And the thought that it was fellow women spewing such hateful, file beliefs made her sick to her stomach. How was she supposed to survive this?
    Breath increasing rapidly, she did the only thing that helped her calm down nowadays, and whipped out her cellphone.
    “Yuki, are you alright? Are you safe?”
    “I'm at college, Detective White. I was wondering if I can come down to the station, discuss any updates in the case?”
    There was a strange pause on the other end. “How about I come meet you there?”
    “No. No definitely not. I need to get away.”
    “Are you sure everything is alright.”
    “I just...I....there's a small cafe down the road from campus. Let's meet there.”
    “Alright. I can be there in about forty minutes.”
    “Perfect. See you there.”
    She tucked the cellphone back in her messenger bag and uncurled from her hiding spot. She had a lab period in ten minutes, but she didn't care. She had never skipped a class before, maybe now was the time.
    Steadying her breath, she steeled her chin and headed back out into the hall. She could feel the oppressive gaze and opinions of others almost instantaneously, but she pressed on as if nothing was wrong.
    The closer she got to the edge of campus, the faster she walked, until she was all out sprinting for the road. Once she was out onto the street, she stilled and pulled the hood of her sweater up. She slowly shuffled down the sidewalk. The cafe was only a ten minute walk at most and she didn't want to end up there so early that she was stuck waiting with nothing to fill her mind but the awful words of her fellow classmates.
    She still reached the place before Detective White, and stood in line to order a hot chocolate. The air was just slightly beginning to turn crisp and cool, a bit of warmth would definitely hit the spot.
    When they asked her for her name for her drink, she almost gave it out of habit before thinking better of it. The last thing she wanted to do was alert anyone who might have heard about her that she was here. They could figure that out for themselves.
    Maybe today it would be better to be a Mary. Yeah. Mary was a good name.
    When she finally got her drink, she headed to an unoccupied mini-booth for two near the back of the cafe. Once she settled herself, she allowed herself a long sip of her drink. It was warm, and comforting and exactly what she needed.
    She set it down and looked out the window. The shop was run by locals and quaint, with a large mural painted across one of the walls. A mural of the forest just outside of the city.... a forest that I knew all too well.
    “You like that? You little slut? You like the feel of that cock?”
    Crying, grunting, rocking. The glint of starlight reflecting off the camera. The dry laughter from Thomas.
    She was biting her hand, trying not to rupture a vocal cord. It hurt. The whole world hurt. Why were they doing this?
    Her legs. Weak. Shaking. They were going to give out. Thrust. More thrusts. Too fast, too fast for her to handle. She was going to rip in two. This was how she died. No human could survive.
    “Scream my name,” That voice. The voice that haunted her dream. Her own personal boogey man. A demon from hell who dug his nails into her scalp. He wanted to devour her. To use up every little piece of her until there was nothing left.“Scream it like a little whore.”
    No. She didn't want to scream. She