Around midnight, I woke up. After a few minutes of laying in bed, I snuck to the kitchen.

Much to my surprise, Jim was already in there.

Dammit.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" He stood up from his place.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" He stood practically right on top of me.

"I could ask you the same." I said, avoiding eye contact.

"I don't need sass. Tell me, where you planning on sneaking out? Huh? Running off to Mister Holmes?" He raised is voice.

"Jim, what on earth would make you think that? And keep quiet, the staff are sleeping."

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE STAFF!" He shouted. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and wouldnt let go.

I was terrified. I had never seen him like this.

"Jim, you're scaring me." He backed me up against the wall.

"Jim! Please, you're really frightening me!" I wailed. "What do you want from me?!"

He leaned in close, and whispered, "Your body."

I could see the anger mixed with lust in his eyes. It was horrifying.

"No, Jim. Now let me go!" I was sobbing by then. He raised his right hand and slapped me across the face.

"Fine! If you won't give me what you want, then LEAVE!" He screamed, and slung me towards my room.

"Jim, I-"

"NOW."

I ran into the room and grabbed a suitcase. With tears streaming down my cheeks and neck, I threw clothes, undergarments, and shoes into the case.

"If you really want me to go, then I will. I'll send for my things. In the meantime, I'll be waiting for an explanation." I walked out the front doors, and wandered aimlessly down the street, with a tear-stained face.

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