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She scooted back until her back was pressed against the wall, her arms tightly cradling her knees close to her chest into a protective way whilst salty beads of liquid slowly trailed down her reddened cheeks.

Her panic-induced mind immediately started to produce those images of him doing all those things he did to her back at the facility, making it hard for reason to take over whilst her sky blue eyes kept roaming over his half-naked and intimidating figure, convincing herself over and over again that he was nothing but danger.

A danger she could not escape.

"A-are you going to lose control and hurt me again, now that you can't control it anymore?"

The BloodHound listened to that tremble in her meek voice, taking notice of the way her stress levels quickly increased up to a dangerous point.

He immediately recognized the tell-tale signs of a human panic attack, his boots halting but a few steps away from the bed as his trained brain kept searching for a viable solution.

This was his f