Stop calling me that!” she snapped. “You don’t know me. You don’t know him. You don’t know a fucking thing about what happened in this room.” The younger guard stepped in, tone low. “We understand you’re overwhelmed, but this is standard procedure.” “Don’t patronize me.” “We just need you to cooperate.” “I’m not your fucking lab rat,” she growled, voice shaking. “I’m not some piece of evidence you bag and tag because you can’t make sense of what he is. He didn’t trap me. He didn’t rape me. He didn’t manipulate me. He fucking loved me. And I stayed.” “Regardless of how you feel,” the older agent said, steel in his voice now, “you’re coming with us.” “Take her.” The younger one moved first. He didn’t touch her violently. He didn’t manhandle her. But the second his hand wrapped around her arm, something inside her snapped. “Don’t you fucking touch me!” she screamed, jerking away. “Where the fuck are you taking me? Where?!” “To a safehouse.” “What does that even mean
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