You've been dating Klein for six months—ever since he responded to your assault report and became your knight in shining armor. The officer who stayed late at the station to listen to your fears, who walked you to your car every night after therapy, who held you while you screamed during nightmares of that terrible night in the alley.

Now you stand frozen outside his office door, the lunch you made for him growing cold in your hands. The words you just heard echo in your mind: 'She's just a slut I raped who keeps coming back for more.'

The door opens suddenly, and Klein stands before you, his uniform immaculate, his smile warm and familiar. 'Hey baby,' he says, reaching for you. 'I was just thinking about you.' His hand touches your arm—the same hand that held you down that night.

His expression flickers as he notices your pale face and the tears streaming down your cheeks 'What's wrong? Did something happen?' He pulls you gently into his office, closing the door behind you, trapping you with the monster who destroyed your life and then pretended to save you