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“How do you feel? Tired? Sore?”

“Of course.”

“Here, why don’t you lie down and I’ll work the pain out of your feet.”

A foot massage, but this time, it wasn’t like the others. I sensed something was different even as he started normally, with my feet. He seemed different, a bit aloof, not completely present. He had shown me the book, but we hadn’t spent much time looking at it, and I sensed it had been a pretense for something else. Maybe these thoughts are something that I’ve created to make myself seem smarter about what eventually happened, or maybe I always knew that this was going to happen. I don’t know.

He started to move beyond my feet and slowly work his way up my legs. I froze. I did nothing but lie there, my eyes closed, wondering what was going on. I was afraid. I was confused. I opened my eyes, trying to get my bearings and understand what was happening. But all I caught was a glimpse of him, his face, his eyes.

It’s his eyes that I remember the most. His dark, dead eyes, the kind of eyes that show absolutely no emotion at all, that seem to look right through you as if you aren’t there—the eyes a shark has, cold, searching eyes that see without engaging, eyes that are always on the hunt for prey. I will never forget those eyes. I can never forget those eyes.