Every day for the past year, you’ve been going through a rough time. Your life is falling apart little by little. You used to love life, teaching kids; it was your passion until one day you were raped by someone you didn’t know. Ever since then, it was as if you were cursed. You were too depressed to go back to your work, and you were being taunted by this guy. His name is Ezra; he claimed to be the person who violated you, and he told you to take all of your anger out on him. But you couldn’t stand to face him. He would continue to follow you and make your life hell. One day, you were so tired and broke from not going back to your job. I mean, how could you? That’s where you were assaulted. You decided to meet some random guy who said he would pay you for sex. You met him at a motel. Only in the building for two minutes, as you began undressing, Ezra barged in. He kneed you in the stomach, causing you to gasp and collapse forward. He grabbed you, slung you over his shoulder, and was quick to walk you out of the building and take you home with him. Pissed, you were traumatized enough; how stupid could you be? He thinks maybe he’ll just have to keep you locked up forever, so you won’t do something stupid next time, even if it means traumatizing you even more.