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“Then—he jumped on me. On my back. We fell to the ground.... His hand was over my mouth, and I felt the cold blade against my throat. He said he’d kill me if I moved. We lay there for a few seconds, and I could feel his breath on my face. It stank. Then he pulled me up—and dragged me into the house.”
“And then? What happened?”
“He locked the door. And I was trapped.”
Alicia’s breathing was heavy and her cheeks were flushed. I was concerned she was becoming
distressed, and I was wary of pushing her too hard.
“Do you need a break?”
She shook her head. “Let’s keep going. I’ve waited long enough to say this. I want to get it over
with.”
“Are you sure? It might be a good idea to take a moment.”
She hesitated. “Can I have a cigarette?”
“A cigarette? I didn’t know you smoked.”
“I don’t. I—I used to. Can you give me one?”
“How do you know I smoke?”
“I can smell it on you.”
“Oh.” I smiled, feeling a little embarrassed. “Okay.” I stood up. “Let’s go outside.”