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I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

After dinner, Liberty made us all sit on the couch like a therapist running a group session. “Okay,” she announced. “We need a safety plan.” Dawson’s expression turned pained. “A what.” “A safety plan,” she repeated. “Because my brother is a giant and my best friend is a doctor, and between the two of you, you think you can brute-force the universe into behaving. You cannot.” I muttered, “We can try.” Liberty pointed at me. “No. We do it smart. Mia, you screenshot everything, you don’t walk alone, you tell hospital security.”

But she kept it to herself. “Do you understand me?” he asked, stopping in front of her again. She nodded slowly. “Yes.” He resumed his slow circle. “Good. We have safe words. They are very important. The standard ones are Green, Yellow, and Red. Green means everything is good… keep going. Yellow means slow down or check in… I’m close to my limit. Red means stop everything right now, no questions. Use them whenever it is too much and you can’t handle it anymore. I will stop immediately. No hesitation. Your safety and comfort comes first… always”

I took my phone and as usual, it was flooded with text messages and calls from Dria's twins, Gheuever, Madethy, Virgil, Minnette, and the cafe's owner. As I was scrolling through my inbox, I came across a familiar-looking number yet it wasn't registered on my phone properly. My hands instantly felt numb while my body felt the cold breeze creating chills around my body. Fear crept into my mind as I tried to open it using my shivering thumb. ²96298271860729235 sent a photo I froze as soon as I saw the picture that person sent me. I-it was a photo of a familiar thing. A deadly and perilous-looking one.

No matter his feelings toward me, he didn't strike me as the type of man who'd respond well to other people interfering in his relationships. His security team once hospitalized someone who tried to break into his house. The guy wound up in a months-long coma with broken ribs and a shattered kneecap. Sloane's voice echoed in my head, followed by an image of coal dark eyes and calloused hands. A shiver skated down my spine. I was suddenly glad Dante didn't take any interest in my comings and goings. If he did...I had a strong feeling Heath might not make it to see his company's IPO.

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"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."

"I've got some Plan-B in my bag. But I can't give it to you now. You don't want to get pregnant, do you?" "No, I don't," Anne whispered back, feeling her gut clench in fear. She was very aware that Ben had cum in her--twice. "Then give me your number. I'll text you when it's safe to come to my room and I'll give it to you. Free of charge." Anne realized she didn't have much choice. And Ben at least was taking responsibility for this part of the violation. Right? They exchanged texts as they waited for the aisle to clear as the bus emptied.

I know from the moment he asked me to leave and go get the coffee from the safe, something bad was about to unfold. My manager taught me about the safe room; that if there was something bad to happen we needed to rush to his office and press the red button and the titanium doors would keep us safe until one of the company's security men came to open it for us. A security measure that I didn’t think was necessary for a coffee shop.

Instead, I turned into the driveway and reminded myself that leaving is not always the right plan. We ate an early dinner so we would have time to talk. After dishes, I sat with the twins at the table and brought out the rule cards we kept in the drawer. We had written them together months ago, three simple rules in bright markers. Never talk to strangers. Always come home together. Never tell anyone where you live. Emma ran her finger along the words like she was reading a spell. Eli read them out loud slowly. “These are not about being in trouble,” I said. “These are about staying safe. Most people are kind. If anyone makes you feel unsure, you follow these and then you tell me or Uncle Jo