He grabbed me from the door and slammed me into the wall. Shoving his body against mine, he mimed a sexual act. “I can take you. Right here. Right now. And there is nothing you can do about it. Nothing anyone can do about it. No one cares. You are all my property, and I can do what I god damn well please to you. And no one will care.” He patted my purse. “After all, a well paid whore does everything she’s bought for. Right? Don’t forget to vote this upcoming election. Every vote counts, after all.”

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