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The days that followed my failed escape were different.
Derek didn't punish me with violence.
Instead, he punished me with something far more dangerous.
Control.
He demanded my presence at dinner. Made me sit beside him during meetings. Ensured I was always within his reach.
And worst of all?
He never touched me.
Not once.
And that drove me