#Chapter 53: The Cost of Heroism
My assailant's grip tightens around my wrist, dragging me further into the darkness of my apartment. He kicks the door shut behind us as we go. Unmitigated panic surges through my veins as I struggle desperately against the relentless force. Again and again, I attempt to rip my attacker's hand off of my mouth so that I can scream for help, to no avail.
I have no idea where my assailant has dragged me. In the darkness, I feel just how lost I am. The fact that this space was once the place I called home serves me no real comfort. Everything feels alien and out of my control, now, especially considering what disarray the room was in. I have no power here.
Even if I could scream, there is no one here to hear me, no one to come to my rescue. The sickening realization hits me dead on. I redouble my attempts to struggle against my attacker's grip. My mind races, searching for any possible escape, but I find nothing.
In my desperation, my mind has kicked into overdrive. I replay the moment

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