Asher made the call. He found himself new clothes. Since my pants were ruined beyond repair, he loaned me a pair of sweatpants. Then he held me in his arms until a knock sounded on the door. After several minutes, policemen came into the room. They asked me questions, like what happened, and when,
Had they done the DNA testing on it yet? Have they tracked down my name? My location? My face? I leaned into Asher. He stepped closer to me. I needed him close now, not just because he helped me feel safe. Without him, I was in danger of conjuring apparitions of him to fill the space of my longi
Lamar loomed over me. His hands and knees held me down, but I struggled. I’d never stop struggling. “That’s it, baby,” Lamar said. “Let me teach you what real pleasure is.” This wasn’t pleasure. This was a violation. If he cared about me at all, if he respected me, he would stop at my first sign
Asher and I, hand in hand, walked into the police station. After identifying ourselves at the front desk, we waited in the lobby while Lamar was being taken into a holding cell to speak with us. Once he was there, a policeman escorted us to meet him. Lamar looked small in his beige prison attire,
With everything happening, I felt like I needed a break from the drama. I really needed to get back to studying. So, after making Asher promise not to look at Lamar’s website without me, I went to the library. Aimee and Nicole met me there. Asher must have told them about what happened. Other than
A load screen took only a few brief seconds, and then a web forum popped open on the screen. It had no title or banner. But it did have several dozen threads, all labeled with women’s names. I clicked on one at random. My jaw dropped. Images loaded, one after the next. Racy photos and sex videos
Asher and I continued scrolling through the thread, reading post after vile post of Joseph and Lamar plotting. They had it all laid out. Lamar would endear himself to me, become my friend and eventual lover. Then he would take embarrassing photos and videos with which to threaten me. You must re
He made a deep, satisfied rumble. “Good.” I changed in his bathroom, and brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush. “Keep that toothbrush there next to mine,” Asher said, when I opened the bathroom door. “Just in case you need it again.” Heat rose in my face. When I did as he asked, placing my