He makes it like he will get on top of me, looking like the devil himself. I yelp in fright that he would even manhandle me like this while fighting, that he is acting this way, looking completely disconnected from anything I have ever known about him, and regretting not giving him space after all. My anger drops to instant fear, and suddenly I don’t even know him, no longer safe with this person in front of me, and I begin choking on my panic as it consumes me.

“Take your dress ...