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Portraying Adrian As A Predator

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Gwen’s POV

The next session with Dr. Weston began the same way the first one had....quietly, sweetly and deceptively. She had a soft smile, soft voice, soft eyes. Everything about her was muted, like the sound of rain against thick curtains. Safe, if you were not paying attention. Dangerous, if you were. I had learned to pay attention.

She sat across from me in my childhood room, which no longer looked like a refuge. The pastel walls and floral curtains felt like props in a theatre I was forced
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