“That’s okay,” I still had my hand on the door handle, waiting to push it in when the moment was right. I felt like a deer caught in the scope of a hunter. One false move and I’d be dead. “I, uh, gotta leave because—“

“Bitch, it wasn’t a request.” He patted his thigh like one does when calling a particularly stubborn dog. “Get over here Venus, come along now.”

My hand gripped the door—last chance.

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