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a cold instrument up me, he said, "Think about planes." And that's what I did while The Freak shaved me. I thought about planes.
    When he was done and had rinsed me off, he led me out of the tub and gently toweled me off. Then he unlocked the cabinet, took out a big bottle of lotion, and started rubbing it on my body.
    "Feels good, doesn't it?"
    My skin crawled. His hands were everywhere, sliding around, rubbing the lotion in.
    "Please stop. Please --"
    "Now, why would I do that?" he said, and smiled. He took his time at it and didn't miss a spot.
    When he was done he left me standing there on the stupid pink fuzzy bath mat, feeling like a greased-up pig and smelling like fucking roses. I didn't have to wait long before he came back with a handful of clothes.
    He made me put on tiny white lace panties--not a G-string or thong, just regular panties--and a matching strapless bra. In my size. He stood back, gave me the once-over, and clapped his hands together, congratulating himself on a job well done. Then he handed me a dress--a virginal white thing I probably would have liked in a former life. Hell, it was a nice dress, felt expensive. It looked like that famous dress of Marilyn Monroe's but not so risque, the good-girl version.
    "Spin."
    When I didn't move, he raised an eyebrow and made a circular motion in the air with his finger.
    The dress floated around me as I twirled. He nodded his head in approval, then held his hand up for me to stop.
    After he led me out of the bathroom, I saw that he'd cleared away all my pictures and the box was nowhere in sight. Candles were arranged on the floor, the lights were turned down low, and there it was, looking enormous: the bed. Ready and waiting.

    I had to find a way to get through to him. Buy some time until somebody found me. Somebody would find me.
    "If we waited, just until we know each other a little better," I said, "it would be more special."
    "Relax, Annie, there's nothing to be scared of."
    Mr. Rogers telling you it's a beautiful day to kill everyone in the neighborhood.
    He turned me around and began to unzip the white dress. I was crying now. Not sobs, just stupid hiccupping whimpers. As he lowered the zipper all the way down my back, he kissed my neck. I shivered. He laughed.
    He let my dress fall to the floor. While he undid my bra, I tried to pull away from him, but he held me firm with one arm around my waist. With his other hand he reached around and cupped my breast. Tears wet my face. When one dropped on his hand he turned me around to face him.
    He brought his hand to his lips and covered the moist spot with his mouth. He held it there for a second, then gave a smile and said, "Salty."
    " Stop. Please, just stop. I'm scared."
    He spun me around and sat me down on the side of the bed. He never looked into my eyes once--he just stared at my body. A bead of sweat rolled down his face, dripped off his chin, and landed on my thigh. It burned into my skin, and I wanted desperately to brush it off, but I was scared to move. He knelt on the floor and started to kiss me.
    He tasted like sour old coffee.
    I squirmed and tried to pull away, but he just ground his lips harder against mine.
    He finally left my mouth alone. Grateful, I gulped a lungful of air but it caught in my throat when he stood up and started taking his clothes off.
    He wasn't a bulky guy but his muscles were well defined, like a runner's, and his body was completely hairless. His smooth skin gleamed in the candlelight. He stared at me like he was waiting for me to say something, but all I could do was stare back, shaking violently. His dick started to go soft.
    He grabbed me around my knees and flipped me back onto the bed. As he forced my legs apart with his knee, he trapped one of my arms between our bodies and gripped the other above my head with his left hand, his elbow digging into my bicep.
    I tried to twist away, bucking my hips, but he pinned my thigh down with his shin. His free hand began to tug