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Literally. Some Boy Scouts came by selling Christmas trees, and maybe I was inspired by your wreath--or hell, maybe just by their being brave enough to knock on the only door with no Christmas lights--but somehow I ended up buying one. Always was a sucker for guys in uniform.
    Problem was Mom had gotten rid of all my decorations, and every time I thought about going into a store...well, even if people didn't still stare at me like I have an elf growing out of my ass, I'd pretty much rather dance barefoot on broken ornaments than go into a store this time of year. Got so tired of looking at the damn tree sitting sad and naked in the corner that I dragged it down to the shelter in town. Figured someone might as well enjoy it.
    Hell, there wasn't anything to put under it anyway. I told my friends and family I didn't want any presents, and I didn't go to any Christmas parties. I consider that my gift to the general public. No need to bring everyone else down. Compared to last year, this holiday's a raging success.

    The morning after The Freak tried to rape me he made me shower with him. He washed me off like a child and didn't miss an inch. Then he made me wash him--all of him.
    I had to stand facing the wall with my back to him when he shaved his body. I lusted after the razor. I wanted to slice his dick off. This time he didn't shave me. "Shaving is for bath time," he said. After we got out, he brought me some clothes.
    "What did you do with my suit?"
    "Don't worry, you never have to go into the office again."
    He smiled. Today's choice was sexy underwear again, in bridal white, and a shift dress in a country pattern with little pink hearts on a cream-colored background. Something I never would have picked out--way too sweet and cute for me. After he gave me some flimsy slippers to wear, he sat me down on the stool while he made breakfast--porridge with dried blueberries. While I ate, he sat across from me and explained all my new rules. Actually, first he explained how truly screwed I was.
    "We're miles away from any human being, so even if you did escape you'd never last outside longer than a couple of days. And if you're worried about how we'll survive, there's no need. I've taken care of everything. We'll live off the land, and the only time you have to be alone is when I go hunting or into town for supplies." I perked up--into town meant a vehicle.
    "You'll never be able to find the van and even if you did, I've ensured you won't be able to start it."
    "How long do you plan on keeping me here? You're going to run out of money eventually."
    His smile grew.
    "I don't deserve this, my family doesn't deserve this. Just tell me what I have to do so you'll let me go. I'll do it--I swear--whatever it is."
    "I've tried to play women's games before, with some unfortunate results, but I won't make that mistake again."
    "The perfume smell in the back of the van, on the blanket...is there another woman? Did you--"
    "Don't you understand what a fantastic gift this is? This is your redemption, Annie."
    "I don't understand any of this. None of it makes sense. Why are you doing this to me?"
    He shrugged. "An opportunity arose and there you were. Sometimes good things happen to good people."
    "This isn't a good thing. This is wrong." I glared at him. "You can't just take me away from every--"
    "What exactly did I take you away from? Your boyfriend? We've already discussed him. Your mother? In general I find people rather tedious, but watching you two have lunch? People reveal so much through their body language. Your only real relationship is with your dog."
    "I have a life ."
    "No, you merely existed. But I'm giving you a second chance and I suggest you pay attention--there won't be a third. Every morning after breakfast we'll have exercise time, then a shower. We had one before breakfast today, but there'll be no deviations from the schedule in the future."
    He walked over to the wardrobe and unlocked it.
    "I'll be choosing your clothes