That scent
She knew that scent
It was as familiar to her as the softness of her bed
As familiar as the warmth of her comforter

How did she know that scent
For all the excitement it created
It took time to remember, then....
Her heart stopped, blood ran cold
Her face turned white.

There he was
Why was he here
When did he come
Where could she hide?

Was he back to break her again
Her reaction to his smell proved he still had the power
Months of hurt and shame washed over her
Could she survive another round
Should she give up or could she
fight?