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Crystal's POV I shiver in fear despite the beads of sweat on my forehead as I look at him; Don Richard. I am still laying on my bed and he is approaching with a proud smirk that I can react to. Don doesn't care about my physical health, if he wants to have s*x with me, there is nothing I or anyone can do about it. He is back, my subconscious scream. I blame myself for this. I should have just allowed Bryce to help me Instead of being too proud. I need his help but I am too arrogant to beg him to help me. What do I do now? Will Don eventually succeed in killing me? He almost killed me the last time he was here. He strangled me while he was sheathing himself in and out of me. I almost gave up on the ghost. The thought of it all scares the s**t out of me. My heart is pound