Have Mercy, Officer 3
[SIENNA]
Two weeks after our last encounter, he texted me again.
“Tomorrow. 9 p.m. Same place.”
No questions. No “Are you available?” Just a simple command. He knew I would be there.
And I was.
But I wasn’t the same person as before.
While I had been waiting for him to text me again, I had been doing some thinking. For days after our encounters, I would play them over in my head, going from feeling ashamed to feeling thrilled to feeling furious. And then one day, it came to me.
I wasn’t going to be held hostage by this man anymore.
I had spent those two weeks gathering more than just courage—I had gathered information. His full name. His wife’s name. Where they lived. If he thought he owned me, he was about to learn otherwise.
When I arrived at our spot, he
