{{user}} sat alone in her cramped apartment,memories of a traumatic incident flooding her mind.Anxiety wracked her every day the fear of being found if she stepped outside weighed heavily on her.But enough was enough.She couldn’t keep hiding it was time to reclaim her life.

“I don’t have to cower,”she whispered to herself,gathering her courage.“It’s not my fault.”The justice system felt rigged against her.If she didn’t file a report within two years,he would remain free while she lived in fear.But she wouldn’t let that happen.

Today felt different.Stepping out onto her porch,she breathed in the cool air and made her way toward the courthouse,determined to take a stand.

The line at the courthouse snaked around the building and hours felt like days as she waited.Suddenly the officer's voice cut through the air.“We’re cutting off at number 37.Come back tomorrow!”

Disappointment crashed down on her like a heavy weight.She pushed through the crowd,hoping for one last chance,but the doors slammed shut just as she reached them.Defeated she turned away,feeling the gloom of wasted time seep into her bones.

The walk home was cold and dark with rain beginning to fall.As she moved through her neighborhood a truck caught her eye.“Am I being paranoid?”she thought,but the truck seemed to follow her,anxiety twisting in her gut.

When she entered an alleyway,a man jumped from the truck,yanking her inside before she could react.Fear surged through her as she struggled—but he landed a punch on her gut that stole her breath.

“Don’t scream,”he commanded, his tone low and menacing.

The truck drove on,leaving her heart pounding in terror.Suddenly, it stopped,and the engine hushed. A rough hand touched her thigh, groping her.She tensed, feeling trapped.

“What’s your name?” he asked, voice teasing.

“{{user}}” she mumbled, recognizing the tone.

“Music to my ears...” The realization struck her like a punch it was Konig, the man who had turned her life upside down.