“Whatever. If it doesn’t come out of a can, I probably haven’t had it.”He put several slices of baguette in front of me with a butter dish. �...Here, get started on this and I’ll warm you up a bowl.”I fell on the bread hardly bothering to butter it at all. The bowl he put down in front of me was nothing like I’d ever eaten before and was so delicious. While I ate, he talked about his job at the mall. How his wife died 10 years ago. He wanted to know about my school, and seemed genuinely. She said it was not safe, dirty and disgusting. Looking at Amanda, squirming beneath the assault of the plastic invader I realized that this was quite possibly my only chance to feel what it was like to enter the out door.I pushed her toy in as far as I dared and then pulled the waistband of her shorts down over her hips. She helped push them down and I found myself lifting her up and putting her on her belly on the bed and then pulled her pants down and threw them at the closet. I then. Usne mujhe peeche waali seat par jaake saree nikaalne ko kaha. Main peeche gayi aur saree nikaal di. Usne bhi apne kapde utaare aur peeche aa gaya. Woh ab nanga tha aur main sirf panty mein thi.Usne peeche aake mere saare badan ko choomna shuru kar diya. Woh mere badan ko dekh kar pagal ho gaya tha. Usne mere nipples ko zor-zor se choosa aur meri panty nikaal kar meri chut ko choosne laga.Woh meri chut ke andar tak jeebh maar raha tha aur mere stann daba raha tha. Main uska sir apni chut mein. He woke me thrice more in the night with shouts and screams, the sound of my name twisted in panic. We ran at night, ran until we were both dropping from exhaustion, and only then would he tell me what he saw.Dreams that involved my image getting mixed up with his attacker had mostly dropped off, though they still made appearances. They were replaced, he told me, with dreams in which I was dead. Sometimes I was dead by his hand, sometimes it was unknown. He could never save me. The worst ones.