Merry Christmas!!
**Description:** Dean doesn’t want a therapist anymore. He wants a pet.
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**Rape Therapy Part III**
To Kate’s dismay, Dean attended every session of his court-mandated counselling. Each session was the same. She would try to keep it professional, despite knowing it would end up being anything but professional. They would discuss his anger, his masked emotions, his life; he would humour her for the first ten minutes or so, but like clockwork, every time he eventually stripped her down and used her body as he pleased.
His last session was two months ago. She was convinced that something would happen. Stalking, or late-night visits, but…it’d been two months of peace and quiet. No stalking, no assault, no ached muscles or sore body, no overwhelming adrenaline rushes. It was really over.
Well, she was wrong again.
***Now***
Kate let out a startled cry when she opened the door and found Dean looming over her at the doorstep. Surprise crossed Dean’s face too. He was not expecting her to open the door just as he was about to break and enter.
“Dean? What are you doing here?”