Catherine was relieved to enter her apartment and find it empty. Despite the ill logic behind it, she was honestly afraid that the strange man would be there, and she would have to kill him. It seemed like it would be waste, should her temper ever force her into such a situation. She shut the door, locked it with her key, then went over to her window and shut the shade.
She walked over to a corner of the room, pulling her dress and bloomers off. She breathed a sigh of freed relief as she curled up in the corner, her black her hair like a web across her pale skin.
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