But the threat of Victor snatching my dream away from me continued to hang over my head. How would he do it, and when? Was there any way to fight it if he did? I loved going to school. I loved it so much….

Swick! Swick! Swick!

The memory of the underground garage dropped down every time I thought about escaping his tyranny. That was the sound the silenced gun had made as he shot that guy, again and again.

So I grounded myself in the present. I directed all of my emotions and all of my mental energy into art. That was the only option I had, the only thing I could do until May 25th.

He showed up early for our third anniversary.

I had just gotten into the shower and squirted some body wash into my loofah. And when I turned around, I found him on the other side of the glass door.

My heart…or perhaps it was my entire body trembled. He was there. Just there. Naked except for his tattoos. He had even more of them now. They were crawling down his left arm too. Symbols and mythical animals I couldn’t understand.

How had he come in here without me noticing? Maybe he really was a ghost or vampire. Honestly, that would explain a lot.

There was no conversation this time. Victor simply stepped into the shower, turned me around, pressed me into the stone wall, and plunged into me from behind.

I don’t know what was more surprising. Him falling on me like an animal, or the fact that I was ready. I had woken up with hard nipples and a pussy, clenching to be filled. My body had known what day it was even before the sleep cleared from my mind.

Victor’s strokes came in a wild frenzy behind me, desperate and unhinged. Maybe he only wanted to get his this time. I strangely liked that idea. Liked the thought of not coming. Of being allowed to maintain my distance and dignity for once.

But then his strokes slowed as if he was taking back control of himself. And me. He found my pussy with his hand and began rubbing on my clit in front while stroking into me deep from behind. Ruthlessly seeking out that first soul-crushing orgasm. Soon, I was shuddering underneath him, my dignity slipping down the drain along with the water.

We didn’t talk at all that anniversary, but we spent the entire day together. No food. Just sex. And there were three showers instead of the usual one.

Eventually, I passed out from sheer exhaustion. And when I woke up the next morning, he was gone.

I thought for sure he’d do something to stop me from attending RhIDS the next fall.

But a whole ‘nother school year passed by without a peep from him.