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flashbacks.
    My first boyfriend pinning me down on his bed as some obscene cartoon blared from the TV, his dirty ape-boy fingers squeezing my breasts (no intimacy or gentleness, just rough and angry, full of hate), and me, just lying there, taking it, afraid to speak up, as his pet rats (Tyler Durden and Patrick Bateman; always outside their cages for some damned reason) nibbled at my toes, making me feel even more violated. Later, he blamed me. Told me I should have stopped him. Broke up with me because I made him sin and now he had to ask Jesus for forgiveness. I told him if he loved Jesus so much he could get on his knees and suck his dick.
    Scared out of my mind, my kneecaps knocking together, somehow I kept myself moving across the blacktop in those pumps—which were killing my ankles, btw.
    The air was humid, wet, felt like rain coming. That’s probably why I had mascara running down my cheeks…then realized I was crying.
    Like a fucking baby.
    Oh God, suck it up. Suck it up, girl, I told myself.
    But no. That’s what the ape-men wanted. They wanted us bitches to just suck it up, get over it. Shut up.
    But I wouldn’t.
    Fuck them.
    Fuck them in their hairy ape-men assholes.
    An ape-man started hollering obscenities, then threw his head back with loud obnoxious laughter. I glanced over my shoulder, hoping to God it wasn’t the ape-man in the suit with the slick hair. It wasn’t. Just some asshole with his ape-men buddies.
    On the street corner was a phone booth (one of the few left) and I quickly shut myself inside.
    I refused to buy a cell phone—too much money, and I needed that money for my girls (and my junk fix—the only thing that could calm my anxiety in this cesspit ape-man world). Of course, now I was probably out of a job. My boss wouldn’t be too happy that I walked out on a client. Maybe I could be a waitress.
    I put two quarters in, dialed a number with shaky fingers. The other line rang, but there was no answer.
    “Come on, come on, come on, Sis. Pick up. I need a ride.”
    I hated the anxiousness in my voice—it made me even more anxious.
    KNOCK KNOCK—on the glass of the phone booth.
    I nearly screamed into the receiver and jumped out of my pale skin.
    I feared it was the ape-man in the suit…but worse: a bunny-man, waving at me behind the glass.
    “Fuck off, weirdo!”
    The phone booth slid open and I screamed, dropping the receiver. The Bunny stabbed me in the neck with a syringe and pushed down on the plunger: a stinging filled my veins. Goddammit, it hurt.
    I had heard about sick fucks injecting people with HIV and felt my heart stopping and then the sound of a river rushing in my head and I—
     
     
     
    …NOW
     
     
     
    …woke up in a cold torture chamber with an ape-man who is going crazy.
    “Let us out of here, you sick fuck,” he’s screaming.
    “Shut the fuck up!” I yell back.
    He looks at me, starts toward me. I quiver; afraid he’s going to hit me, rape me, kill me.
    “This isn’t my fault,” he says (of course, it’s not; that’s what all the ape-men say: “I can’t help it; you’re giving me blue balls; you tempted me; waaa, waaa, waaa!”)
    “This is obviously the work of a psychopath,” the ape-man continues. “Trying to get a point of morality across through sick immoral acts. Richard Harris was the same goddam thing.”
    “Who the fuck is that?”
    “A serial killer—cut prostitute’s eyes out, replaced them with big black buttons. Said he did it because they were sinners.”
    I like how the ape-man mansplains it to me like it’s something new or intriguing, but it’s just the same old ape-man bullshit. Shut the fuck up.
    “Let me guess,” I say. “He sexually violated the women before he killed them.”
    “Yeah,” the ape-man says. “Have you heard of the case?”
    No, it’s called not being a fucking idiot. Dickhead.
    I say, “No.”
    “He blamed the hookers; said they led him into temptation. So he killed them.”
    No shit, ape-man.