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I went, because at the moment there was nothing else for me to say. If I tried to tell him more, or explain, or demand, he would have shut me down. I left the bathroom door open, pulling the tunic over my head and dropping it on the floor. With fingers that shook, I untied the drawstring and let the pants slide off. Stepping out of them, I turned on the shower, then moved under the flow before it was hot. The cold water felt soothing on my sunburned skin. Ducking my head under the spray, I braced my hands on the wall in front of me. For the minutes alone that Jesse would give me before he came to check on my well-being, I let myself cry. The soul-chilling fear of the a*******n, of being sold before I could escape, of being punished because the questions I asked and the places I went in
