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Don’t tell, don’t tell.

Danielle’s eyes shot open. She whirled around, but found she was alone in the kitchen. She always felt like someone was lurking around the corner, getting ready to jump out at her.

Don’t tell, don’t tell.

She knew what was coming, and she tried to stop it, but she couldn’t.

The movie started playing in her head.

Flick. The-man-with-the-red-shirt was speaking, his fingers to his lips as he smirked at her.

Don’t tell, don’t tell.

Flick. The-man-with-the-red-shirt took his fingers from his lips, and slowly moved his hand down to his pants, to his belt. He gave her a smile and licked his lips. Then very slowly, he started to unbuckle his belt.

Dani gave a moan, and sank to the floor. She drew her knees up to her chest and put her head on her knees, trying to make herself as small as possible.

Don’t tell, don’t tell.