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participant. Her head spun, as the same split second images replayed again and again, always ending with her drive home and the lingering awareness that someone was behind her.
    She felt Chris’ hands remove her boots and jeans. Somehow, her bra and shirt fell off, as the room rotated in a chaotic whirl. She felt her naked back slam against the hallway wall and Chris’ eager tongue brush against her teeth. His hot skin pressed against her breasts, as he held her arms above her head, pushing his thumbs hard into her wrists. Jane was pinned like a perp, playing out one of Chris’ many sexual fantasies that always escalated in intensity. Jane’s wrists began to throb where his thumbs were embedded and she used all of her waning strength to push him off of her body.
    Stumbling down the hall to her bedroom, Jane broke free for only a few seconds before Chris grabbed her from behind and fell on top of her on the bed. The sexual fervor increased exponentially. Chris held Jane down with
renewed strength. The more Jane fought to escape his dominating grip on her wrists, the more it excited him. His hot breath stung, as she felt him move down to her breasts. He dragged his teeth across her nipples and she winced. The bedroom spun faster. Jane tried to focus, but the severed sensation took over.
    And then she felt nothing—no pain, no pressure, no fear. She closed her eyes, letting the liquor lead her to the empty place where time stood still.
     
     
    “Jane.” The voice was soft and familiar. “Open your eyes.”
    Jane didn’t want to leave that sacred space of nothingness just yet. But she felt someone holding her hands gently, and it wasn’t Chris.
    She opened her eyes and found herself staring into Devinder’s face. They were back on the white-planked porch, but they were alone this time. He turned over her wrists, revealing deep bruises. Speaking without voicing a word, he said, “This isn’t love, Jane. Why do you let him hurt you?”
    Jane felt paralyzed, unable to respond. Devinder softly reached behind her neck to expose the point of light. “It’s growing dim, Jane. The danger is too close.” Devinder’s eyes looked over Jane’s shoulder. “Behind you!” he screamed.
     
     
    Jane crashed back into her body, her spine lifting off the bed in a brutal contraction. Disoriented, she turned
around, throwing punches in the air behind her, but landing on nothing human. The bedroom was cloaked in darkness, save for the digital clock illuminated on the bedside table. 11:11. She swore that she and Chris had stood at the kitchen counter around 6:45 and that it wasn’t much past that time when he started to peel off her clothes. She felt around in the bed for Chris, but he wasn’t there. Putting her hand to her own body, she realized that she was naked. Something felt wrong—deadly wrong.
    As Jane slowly lowered her frame onto the carpet and searched for clothing, there was still the sentient buzz from the booze. Touching her Denver Broncos sweatshirt and a pair of underwear, she quickly donned the garb. “Chris?” she whispered. No reply. “Chris?” she repeated with more urgency, her mouth like cotton. “Where the fuck are you?”
    Suddenly, she heard a soft thump on her front porch. “Chris?” she implored. “Fuck!” Her heart raced. Is this real? She needed to look into someone’s eyes to see if there was three-dimensional reality behind the orbs. She tried her best to shake off the buzz, as she crawled toward her bedside table. Carefully opening the drawer, she removed her Glock. She stood up and gradually made her way out of the bedroom and into the hallway that led a short distance to the living room. Hugging the wall, Jane held the Glock with both hands, nuzzle pointed toward the ceiling. Her breathing became shallow, as she desperately tried to perceive anything in the coal black darkness.
    Thump! The sound distinctly came from the front porch. Is Chris so drunk and disoriented that he ended up