" she told me honestly. "My landlord was pretty mean about itall. The downstairs neighbors weren't much better..." Why?" Why else would someone be mea... to a little Stacy?"I shrugged, "I'm sorry... the more I'm here the more I'm glad I'm not anative little." I hope you never really understand Stace," she told me.I nodded."So enough about my crappy morning, how was yours?" She asked me whilewiping her face of tears and snot and forcing a smile."Pretty good I guess?" I said, "Definitely better. It was Bella.Where the fuck is she going at 2am?, I wondered. The monster gained control of me again as I watched her sneak around the side of the house. It was easier to make out her features, now, in the moonlight. It was definitely her, dressed in a light white tee shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. I had to strain my neck to see around the corner of the house but it was obvious she was up to no good. She kept looking around nervously but not at the street or my car. She was keeping a. You're not a rapist. You're a rape victim." Wait... If I leave right now, there's no one here to hear you scream 'rape.'"I quickly reached under his shirt and scratched at his flesh. He started to yell so I stopped scratching but held my fingernails against his skin as an unspoken threat. "There's also no one to stop me from calling 911 with your skin under my fingernails, either. Be careful not to bruise me, Martin. You may already have bruised my wrist."He looked like he was going to. With one hand placed on her shoulders, pushing her into the ground, the creature struggled to place her hands in metal restraints. All the while she bit her tongue from crying out, not wanting to give these demons the benefit of her fear. When he grabbed her left wrist, he shown his flashlight on the small design etched into her skin with black ink. ‘Commander, I think we have another,’ he shouted over to the demon standing beside the truck. Iris twisted away, but could not get up the momentum.