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Annalynn’s pov I knocked on Mikael’s door and when he answered it he looked like he was drunk or on something. He told me to come in, I walked in and he told me to have a seat. I sat down in a chair closest to the door and he laughed and said, “why don’t you sit on the couch it’s more comfortable.” I told him I was fine and he kept insisting I sit on the couch. I slowly got up and walked to the couch and sat down on the end. He went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of something I can only guess was liquor. He sat down next to me and slid closer to me. If I moved any further I’d fall in the floor so I made sure I turned my purse in my lap to where the camera was facing him. He started rubbing my cheek with his thumb and I asked what he was doing. He said he was trying to get me