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Closing the door, Derek thought to himself, I used to be strong. If somebody in high school started a fight with him, he’d always fought back. He didn’t understand why this was so different, but somehow it was. Somehow Victor had not only taken his body, but his strength. Curled up in a ball in the wee hours of the morning, he felt as if the entire world was lurking just outside the room, waiting to rip his body to pieces if he dared to move and reveal his hiding place.
*dying*
