In shaken voice I say okay and hang up. But 20 mins pass by and I still feel someone's eyes on me. I can't take this strange feeling of losing control anymore. I call the number again and shout and call him a perverted fuker and shout as much as my mind wants me to. Oh like you can punish me? - I end my attack with a verbal pinch. Locking the door, I go to sleep with a knife beneath my bedsheets. It's not that I hate this slow control-freak, I don't like a man who can't take charge either...
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