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    Monty was funny that way.  He didn’t mind beating me, but he sure as hell didn’t want anyone knowing he did it.  
    The clock in my living room was the only light in the room, and I was surprised to see it was only four in the morning.  It seemed like I had slept for days, but it must have only been hours.  
    I didn’t remember Monty leaving, but come to think of it, I didn’t remember much at all.  The last thing I could recall was drifting off just as Monty had taken his cock out. I was grateful that was where my memories ended. I had plenty of memories of Monty raping me already, it was a relief to forget one of them.
    I stretched out my arms in the darkness, also grateful that I had a home to call my own, that I didn’t have to share with another girl.  I knew a lot of women didn’t even have that.  I jumped when my fingers hit cold flesh.
    “Monty?” I whispered.  I hadn’t heard him breathing next to me, and it was so dark, I hadn’t noticed him still there.  It wasn’t like Monty to stay overnight, he usually left me alone after he was done with me.
    He didn’t stir.  Quietly, I stood and walked to the bathroom in the dark.  I closed the door, and flipped on the light switch.
    I padded over to the toilet and sat down, my head groggy, my limbs stiff, my body shooting pain straight to my brain with every step.  I sat down and looked at my hands.
    Blood.
    My eyes trailed to my arms, my chest, my stomach.
    Blood.
    My bra.
    Soaked in blood.
    My thighs, my feet.
    Blood.
    Slowly, I stood and looked in the mirror over the vanity.  
    I was covered.  Head to toe.  
    Blood.
    Dripping from my hair, under my fingernails, on my eyelids, in my nostrils.
    Blood.  Way too much blood.
    Slowly, I walked out of the bathroom and back into the darkness of the living room.
    “Monty?” I whispered again.  No answer.
    I switched on the light.
    The heel of my favorite shoe stuck straight out of Monty’s chest, and his dead eyes stared straight up at the ceiling. 
    I looked down at my blood soaked body and screamed, as everything came rushing back to me.
    I ripped the bra from my body, and ran into the bathroom.  I threw on the hot water, and scrubbed my skin for what seemed like hours, hysterically crying the whole time.
    I wasn’t crying because Monty was dead. 
    I was crying because I was finally free.
    I smiled to myself as I washed my hair.  It was good he was gone!  It was fucking wonderful, in fact! And if this is what it took to get him out of my life, then fuck it!  I didn’t feel one bit of regret for killing him.
    All I needed to do now was get away.  And that was going to be the most difficult part of all.
    You didn’t just kill the Mayor of Seattle and get away with it.  Especially a man like Monty.  I couldn’t just leave, they would never let me get away on my own.
    Panic threatened to overwhelm me, but I pushed it away.  In the time it took to wash away all the blood, I knew exactly what I was going to do.
    I dried off, threw on my robe, and went back into the living room.  
    Monty hadn’t moved.
    I looked at my tormentor, laying there motionless, lifeless,  worthless…and it was one of the best feelings I had ever had.  
    I knew freedom was going to taste delicious, but I was shaking with nerves.  I wasn’t there yet.  My plan hinged on one thing - I had only one chance, and I had no choice but to reach out and hope it worked.
    I found the card on the floor, under the coffee table near my bra, wrinkled and caked with drops of blood.  I grabbed my phone, and with trembling fingers, dialed the only hope in hell that I had of surviving.
    When I heard the voice on the other end, I burst out in tears.
    “What’s the password?” the voice on the other end asked.
    “S-s-sanctuary?” I whispered, my voice trembling.
    “Hello, dear. My name is Grace. You’ve reached Solid Ground. Are you in a safe place right now?”

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    “I got a call,” Grace