I waited a week before I even thought about going back.
And those seven days were the longest of my existence.
He was always there in the back of my mind.
Did he have another girl in his arms, staying hidden while they cried out in ecstasy?
Did he think of me at all, or was I just another notch on his scarred belt?
By the time we locked the doors on Friday night, I knew I couldn't resist him anymore.
Like a fly in a spider's web, he had caught me.
I just hope I'd make it out alive.