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Why did I care? I told myself it was because then he would be more sympathetic to me.

"Come along," he said, as he led me into an office. The warehouse we were in had once been some sort of factory and the office still had dull brown furniture.

"Listen to me," he said, turning to face me. "Things are going to be happening here, and I need you to stay inside here until I come to get you. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"I'm serious. Do not try to get away. If someone else finds you I won't be able to protect you."

I nodded again. I didn't bring up the irony that he wanted to protect me but also wanted to rape me. I was honest enough to realize that it could be worse with the other men, a lot worse. I could think of this like a bargain: my body in exchange for his protection. It seemed like a worthy trade to me, if he could hold up his end.

"I -- " my voice was rusty from when they had choked me in the van, "I understand."

His eyes flashed. I drew back, suddenly scared. How had I said the wrong thing? Maybe he didn't want me to speak.

But all he said was, "Good," tersely, before turning around and leaving. He heard a key turn in the door, locking me in. It was easy for me to find things to be grateful for -- that I wasn't at the mercy of those other men, that I had clothes and relative privacy, that he hadn't tied me up or handcuffed me.

I sat down and I felt coldness seep into my skin, like I was slowly being dipped in ice water. What was happening to me?

I huddled in the corner furthest from the door. I slid down to the ground in kneeling position. I could tell that I had started to shake, at first in small vibrations and then in jerky motions. I tried to hold still, but the tremors were uncontrollable, like I was possessed. My throat felt dry.

I didn't know how much time passed, but my rapist came back in. When he saw me in the corner, he strode over and crouched in front of me.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter. "She's going into shock."

He pulled me away from the corner and lay me on my back with my knees up. Oh God, this was later. "No, please," I whimpered. "Not again. Not yet." I felt warm tears fill my eyes. Some distant part of me was surprised it had taken me this long to cry.

"It's okay," he soothed. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"No," my throat felt so hoarse, "Not hurting, but -- not that, either. Please."

"No," he said. "I'm not going to do that either. Nothing like that. We just need to get you warmed up." As he said that I felt something heavy cover my upper body. It smelled musky -- what was it? My fingers groped the edge. It was leather, his leather jacket. God, the warmth of it was amazing.

He pushed the hair away from my voice and was saying something to me when I heard shouting from outside the office. He looked up sharply.

"Stay here," he said to me. "No matter what you hear, stay in here until I come for you." Then he left. I lay there, listening to the sounds of shouting and then gunfire. I had no desire to leave the room.

I heard footsteps and the doorknob turning. Thank God he was back. No, the door was locked, he couldn't come in. Rattling. It must not be Zachary because otherwise he'd use his key. I stayed quiet. But the shaking on the door only got more violent. Then it crashed open and a man ran in.

He looked like a bad guy too, not in the suave way of Zachary, but in the grimy way of a man who's gone far too long without a bath. Like a man who would be homeless if he wasn't willing to kill. His eyes said that he was willing, though.

He rushed in the room and slammed it shut, flipping off the light. I froze. Dim light streamed in from the blinds at the office window. His eyes scanned the room frantically, almost missing me in his panic. When he noticed me his eyes widened for a moment in shock, then narrowed. He looked around the small office again.

"Qu__ haces?" he asks.

I whimpered and pushed back against the wall. It was the wrong thing to do. He smiled, showing dirty yellow teeth. He came towards me.

"Qu__ haces, mam__?" he says,