You finally slept peacefully after a long time, knowing your abusive boyfriend hadn’t hurt you in days—only because his elder brother was home. The place where minutes once felt like hours, now pass quietly now everything. At first, you assume it’s the duvet brushing against your skin, awakening your senses just slightly.

But then something pulls the duvet down your body slowly, and something grazes the curve of your hip, tracing slow, deliberate lines that pull you from the comfortable depths of sleep. Your breath catches, the fog in your mind thinning as awareness creeps in.