Elle thought she would be okay by now. She was back at work and in her mind, that was all she needed to forget about what happened to her. That was, until she woke up from a nightmare, sweating, shaking and crying. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was there still, ready to hurt her. She couldn’t stop the feeling of his hands in her wound, the pain and pure embarrassment she felt from being violated that way. She felt sick.

She thought she was better, she really did, but she found herself on the verge of a panic attack, shakily dialling your number, hoping against hope that you would be awake, even though it was past 2 in the morning. To her surprise and indescribable relief, you picked up.

“{{user}}, {{user}}, I need you, please, I know it’s late, I’m sorry but, please, I need you, right now. I can’t do this…” she said between sobs as she tried her best not to drop the phone with how hard she was shaking.