Title: Dark Secrets Author: Satina E-mail: bizzzichick@yahoo.com Website: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy Rating: NC-17 Keywords: S/K, MSR, MulderTorture, ScullyComfort, nonconsensual sexual activity Disclaimer: Sigh...no they aren't mine, at least legally, anyway. Chris Carter thought 'em up so he gets to deprive them of love and life as much as tickles his twisted fancy. I'm just using them without permission to rid my brain of some demented fantasies. Summary: POST-EP for Paper Clip. This is an alternate universe where instead of Krycek and Cardinale killing Melissa, Krycek goes to Scully's apartment, ties her up and makes her call Mulder, who has to watch while he torments her. What happens after that? Guess you better keep readin'. ............................................. Chapter 1: Secrets in the Dark Mulder's phone rang just as he was pulling up to the curb outside of the Lone Gunmen's building. "Mulder." "Mulder it's me." "Scully...I'm just outside the Lone Gunmen's place. I was gonna see what they could tell me about this photo I found." "Mulder... I need to talk to you about something. Can you come over here?" "Sure, I'll be over as soon as I'm done here." Silence. "Could you come over now?" Scully's voice sounded small. Mulder's heart sped up a little. Something was wrong. "I'll be right there." Mulder didn't bother asking Scully what was the matter. If she'd been able to tell him anything, she would have. He had to assume she didn't want to talk over the phone. He listened to the sound of his own heart thudding in his chest as he drove to her building, swerving through midday traffic. He could see that her blinds were down. He carefully walked up to the front door of her building, his eyes scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary. Seeing nothing, he buzzed to be let in. "Yes?" "Scully it's me." "Come in Mulder." The door opened and Mulder made his way in, unclipping the strap over his weapon and keeping his hand at his hip. There was no one else in the halls and he couldn't hear any sounds. He walked up to Scully's apartment door and leaned in, listening closely. He heard nothing. Hand on his weapon, body tensed, he knocked at the door. Scully's voice came from somewhere within the apartment, distant and small. "Come in Mulder." Slowly, Mulder opened the door, pulling his weapon from the holster. The lights were off, except for one small lamp by the couch. Before Mulder's eyes could adjust to the dim interior, he felt a blinding pain as something cracked him upside the head. Mulder's world went dark. "Mulder!" Scully's voice broke as she screamed. "You son of a bitch! What did you do to him?" "Relax, Scully. Mulder has a hard head. I'm sure you know that better than anyone. He'll be fine." Krycek smiled his slow, cruel smile and looked down at the form on the floor. He turned back to Scully. "I'm not trying to kill him anyway...not this time. I just want that damn tape." Krycek kneeled beside Mulder's unconscious body, tying his hands behind his back and roping his ankles tightly together. He stood up, pleased with his work, then turned back to Scully. Scully struggled against the rope binding her to the kitchen chair, hand and foot. Her voice was angry and tight, fighting tears. "I told you, he doesn't have it!" Krycek leaned in close to Scully, studying her face intently. "Unfortunately, Scully, your word just isn't good enough. You know what they say... trust no one." Krycek slowly came around behind Scully, who struggled frantically trying to see what he was doing. He just stood there, looking first from Mulder's slumped form then down to the titian head just below his hands. Krycek bent low, his lips right at her ear. "I think Mulder will be telling me everything he knows about that tape." An involuntary shudder went through Scully's body. Never taking her eyes off Mulder, taking some relief in the rising and falling of his chest, she tried not to think too much about what Krycek had in mind. ............................. Mulder came awake with a gasp, gritting his teeth against the pain in his head. He saw lights swirling in his vision and felt like he was going to throw up. He tried to reach up to assess the damage and realized his hands were bound behind his back. He felt a cold wetness in his hair and a tickle down the side of his face. His eyes were adjusted to the darkness now and he saw blood on the hardwood floor where he'd lain his head. Not too much, just a small pool, now smeared from his movement. He breathed heavily and moved very slowly, trying to determine exactly what condition he was in. Then he remembered where he was. "Scully!" He said frantically, jerking upright and scrambling to get to his feet. The ropes around his ankles threw him off balance and he fell down hard on his side. His teeth rattled as his face hit the floor. He tasted blood. "Mulder no! I'm OK!" Scully forced herself to sound calm for Mulder's sake. It worked, somewhat. Scully's voice, trembling but strong, made him sigh with relief. He blinked the confusion away and turned his body toward the wonderful sound of her voice. He saw that she too was bound hand and foot, only she was sitting in one of her wooden kitchen chairs. She appeared to be unmarked. "Scully... Scully are you hurt?" Mulder was inching his way across the floor to the chair, fighting the nausea and pain glancing through his head. "No Mulder, I'm OK. I'm fine." Scully's voice was wavering just a bit. "But Mulder, Krycek's here." Mulder jerked around, trying to see in all directions at once, desperately seeking his gun. Krycek's low laughter came from the distance and got louder as the sound of his heavy black boots heralded his return to the living room. "Good morning Sunshine. We've been waiting for you for a few hours now. Scully's probably getting pretty uncomfortable in that chair. Guess I hit you a little harder than I thought... either that or you're getting weak, old man." Krycek's eyes burned in the low light of the late evening as he smiled down at Mulder. Mulder glared up at Krycek, his jaw clenching, his hands frantically working behind him, trying to get free. His voice could have cut steel. "I'm gonna kill you Krycek." Krycek laughed again. "Maybe, but not today friend. Today, you're going to tell me where I can find that digital tape." "I don't have it." Mulder's voice was barely controlled rage. "Maybe... maybe not. I guess by the end of the night, we'll know for sure, won't we?" Krycek's voice was low, excited and his breathing was a little heavier than usual. He was obviously getting a lot of pleasure from this little game of control. Mulder didn't like it one bit. He felt like throwing up more than ever but he breathed, slow and calm, trying to stem the tide of rage and hatred welling within him. Krycek squatted down so that only Mulder could hear his next words. "I know it doesn't do any good to threaten you, Mulder. You probably hate yourself worse than any of your enemies. That's why we're here with Agent Scully." Krycek winked and licked his lips. "It's beautiful, really. Hurt you to get what I want from her, and hurt her to get what I want from you." Mulder fought against his restraints again, spittle foaming on his lips as he growled. "You son of a bitch! You leave her alone!" Krycek stood and never taking his eyes off Mulder's face, walked slowly around behind Scully once again. He reached down and put his hands around Scully's neck gently, then lifted her hair carelessly. "I know what your weak point is, Mulder. You're my bitch as long as I have her." He settled his hands around her neck. Mulder saw Scully's small white throat move as she swallowed nervously. "I don't have the tape!" Mulder yelled, thrashing on the floor. "What the hell are you doing?" Mulder watched the rapid rising and falling of Scully's chest as she tried hard not to show her fear. She refused to meet Mulder's eyes, knowing the torture she would see there. She scanned the room, looking for something to focus on, as Krycek continued. "I'm doing what you probably don't have the balls to do, old man." said Krycek, stroking Scully's neck now with his calloused hot fingers. "What about it Scully? Has Mulder ever touched you this way?" Krycek said these words low, right in Scully's ear. Scully shivered and said nothing. She fixed her gaze on a spot on her rug. Krycek's tongue snaked out and licked Scully's ear quickly as he kept his gaze on Mulder's strained, glaring face. Scully let out a tiny shocked sound and jerked her head away from the contact. Krycek smiled lazily, then roughly grabbed Scully's head in both hands and held it perfectly still while he bent to her neck and licked one slow stroke from collarbone to just behind her ear. He felt the shiver that went through Scully's body. Whether from fear or disgust or pleasure he didn't know and frankly didn't care. His real pleasure came from the look on Mulder's face. He could get off on that alone. Mulder's breath was coming fast and hot through his nose now as he gritted his teeth, his lips thin and his eyes narrowed. His face was beading up with sweat and getting red. "Keep your hands off her you bastard! I swear to God I'll rip you're fucking tongue out of your head for that!" He screamed, his voice breaking. His thrashing made the blood flow from his head wound afresh. He shook it out of his eyes and kept his gaze on Krycek, imagining what it would feel like to pull that pink piece of offending flesh straight out of that sneering mouth. Krycek looked at him with hooded eyes and smiled. "Don't give yourself a heart attack, old man. We're just getting started. Now. Shall I go on, or do you want to tell me where that tape is?" Scully made eye contact with Mulder for the first time, shaking her head almost imperceptibly and imploring him with her eyes not to give in to Krycek. Mulder closed his eyes in torment and threw his head back, putting everything he had into getting his hands free of their bonds. He felt the harsh sting as the ropes rubbed the flesh from his wrists. But he didn't feel them give even an inch. Scully closed her eyes against his struggles, unable to see him in such physical and emotional pain, knowing it was harder on him to watch what Krycek was doing to her than to experience it herself. She told herself that she could take this. She just wasn't sure if Mulder could. The problem was, they really didn't know where the tape was. It had disappeared from Mulder's desk the night before. Apparently Krycek didn't know where it was either. And apparently he wanted it... badly. "Have it your way." Said Krycek with mock resignation. Scully jumped again as she heard the swshhht of a switchblade being opened. Her eyes went round as saucers as she felt the cold of the blade press against her throat. She froze as it softly trailed down her throat, into the V of her blouse, never drawing blood, the point only very gently scratching the tender skin. Krycek carefully made his way around till he was in front of Scully, but not blocking Mulder's view. He kneeled before her, never taking the blade from her flesh. He looked up into Scully's wide eyes, grinning, and lifted the point away from her chest. He heard her release a breath she'd been holding. He also heard her sharp intake of breath as put the blade under one of the small pearl buttons of her blouse. He froze like that and looked back at Mulder. Mulder squeezed his eyes shut, his teeth grinding as he continued to fight his bonds. "Oh no you don't. You're gonna watch this." Krycek rose up and quickly walked over to Mulder, who still had his eyes squeezed shut, and viciously drove the steel toe of his heavy black boot into his stomach. "No Krycek please! Please don't hurt him!" Scully lost control, crying silently and struggling against her own bonds. Mulder's eyes flew open as he blew out the air forced from his lungs by the blow. He went into a coughing fit as he struggled to gain his breath, spitting a mouthful of blood on Krycek's boots and glaring up at him, struggling hard not to vomit. "That's better. Now you keep your eyes open, or I'll kick the shit out of you." Krycek calmly returned to his position before Scully, and without further preamble, used the blade to effortlessly slide the buttons off her blouse. The blade was so sharp the only sound was the plunk of the pearls hitting the floor, and Scully's small sounds of desperation and increased breathing rate. Mulder's eyes stayed focused on the scene before him, although it was obvious from the sweat on his face and the painful clenching of his jaw that he was holding in a silent scream. Mulder watched the last pearly button skitter across the floor and through a haze of tears, rage and blood, saw Krycek's hand slowly raise up to Scully's chest. He watched Krycek's dark, square fingers slip between the two pieces of silky white fabric and begin to push the blouse open gently. In spite of himself, Mulder felt his penis twitch at the sight. Mulder closed his eyes for a moment, then remembered why he was still having trouble breathing and jerked them open again. Heat and blind hatred rolled off him in waves. Krycek had Scully's blouse open all the way now, exposing her simple lacy white bra completely. The position of her arms forced her chest forward, making it look as if her chest was thrusting forward, her breasts swelling and falling with her rapid breaths. Her eyes were closed and her lips were trembling as silent tears fell. Mulder watched as Krycek's hand slowly slid up to cover Scully's left breast. Krycek let out a sigh of pleasure and turned to look at Mulder's face. Mulder had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. And he felt his erection swelling. Apparently his reaction was not lost on Krycek, who threw his head back and laughed openly for a moment before turning back to Scully's exposed white flesh. "Mmm... how long has it been, Agent Scully? Such perfect little breasts deserve more attention, you know." Krycek's tongue snaked out of his mouth and he extended it forward, just letting the tip come in contact with Scully's nipple, still encased in the lacy fabric of her bra. Her gasp was audible. Mulder couldn't suppress a small groan. Krycek slowly pulled his tongue back between his lips and turned to make sure Mulder was still watching. He was. His eyes were so dark they looked to be all pupil. Krycek thought to himself that it wasn't only hatred and rage darkening Mulder's gaze. The bulge in his pants, made more obvious by Mulder's bound position, told Krycek that Mulder wasn't altogether disgusted watching his partner being handled so roughly. Krycek snorted. "This is as close as you get to getting it on with her, isn't it Mulder? God you are such a loser. Well I'm not going to let such a juicy little piece get away." Krycek turned back to the task at hand. Mulder swallowed back bile as he realized that he was getting very aroused watching the scene play out before him. He wanted to tear Krycek limb from limb, but his body betrayed his excitement at seeing Scully as a sexual object. More than anything, he wanted his gun. As he kept his eyes focused on Scully's heaving form, one thing went through his mind. Krycek was turned away from him again, and Mulder watched, fascinated and sickened, as with his thumbs he stroked Scully's nipples through her bra. Scully's breathing was ragged and Mulder watched as her nipples became erect and began to poke through the thin fabric of her bra. "Mmmm... very nice, Agent Scully." Krycek bent and breathed hotly in her ear, stiffening her nipples even more. Mulder's own breath was coming fast and painful in his battered chest. He tried to think of something else as he watched Krycek's hand moving over Scully's breast. When Krycek pinched Scully's nipple hard, her shocked cry made Mulder groan out loud and his erection became painful. He tried to roll himself into a position where Krycek and Scully wouldn't see it, but couldn't maintain his line of vision, so with a nauseated sigh, he resigned himself to looking like a complete degenerate. At least Scully's eyes were still closed. Thank GOD she couldn't see his obvious arousal. He didn't think she'd ever forgive him. He didn't think he'd ever forgive himself. Krycek turned to make sure was Mulder was watching, then without warning, he slipped the knife under the center of Scully's bra and simply sliced it in half. The two cups fell to the sides of her breasts and she let out a trembling cry but didn't open her eyes. Krycek's eyes widened at the sight of her two milk-white perfect little breasts. He actually licked his lips unconsciously as his gaze travelled over the two little pink nipples. He looked at Scully's lovely face, contorted in fear, and watched tiny sparkling tears drop from under her closed lids. He bent and kissed them away. Scully tried to pull her face away from his touch, but he held her head in place firmly while he planted feathery kisses all over her face and started making a trail of kisses down her neck. Mulder's breathing was loud and ragged and he could barely stifle the groan in his throat as he saw Scully's bra swing open and her beautiful white breasts slide into view. Krycek's attention was focused on Scully, and Mulder took this opportunity to scan the room, looking for something he could use to overpower Krycek. He thought he could see Scully's gun laying on one of the end tables. He tried to focus all his energy on loosening the ropes around his wrists. The pain was almost a welcome punishment for his sick reactions to Scully's torments as the ropes slid against raw flesh. He deserved to hurt while Scully was undergoing this torture. He certainly didn't deserve the bolts of pleasure it was sending straight through his groin to have to witness it. Krycek groaned again and Mulder's eyes shot back to the scene just as Krycek's head descended on Scully's chest and his lips fastened on her breast. Scully whimpered as Krycek moaned and noisily sucked her nipple, pinching and twisting the other one with his hand. Mulder's vision swirled as he watched Krycek's other hand pushing Scully's skirt up her thighs slowly. Mulder felt his own tears against his cheeks as he twisted his hands viciously against the ropes. And then... he couldn't believe it...but he felt them give, just a little. He froze in his victory, tentatively testing the grip of the ropes. Yes. He had worked them enough so that while one loop had become so tight it was rapidly turning his hands numb, another loop had loosened enough that he just MIGHT be able to get his hand free if he was careful. He steadied his breathing and made his gaze as neutral as possible, trying VERY hard not to think about what was happening to Scully, as he moved his wrists, working them out of their bondage. While Mulder was slowly working his hands free of their restraints, Krycek was slowly working his own hand up Scully's skirt. Mulder couldn't even see it now it was so far up, but he could see the movement of the fabric as Krycek's hand moved beneath it, and he could hear Scully's ongoing sounds of struggle, now a desperate hum between her tight white lips. When Krycek stopped and turned to look at Mulder, Mulder froze, mouth hanging open. Krycek smiled, licked his lips and turned back to Scully. He used both hands to push her skirt all the way up her thighs exposing her simple white cotton panties. Scully's legs were shaking visibly. Mulder couldn't suppress the whimper in his throat as Krycek's hands slid up Scully's thighs, thumbs pointed toward that little swatch of cotton. Just a little more now. Just a little more and he knew his hands would be free. He prayed to God it wouldn't be too late. And he prayed to God Scully wouldn't notice his raging hard on. Krycek picked up the knife again and Mulder nearly howled at him but at the last second bit it back in favor of keeping Krycek's attention away from his frantically twisting hands. He watched in utter terror as Krycek brought the knife up between Scully's thighs. His breath was coming in labored panting now and he felt his hips buck, seeking stimulation for his raging erection, even as he felt his hand slip free of the ropes. His gasp at its freedom was completely overshadowed by Scully's cry as Krycek put the blade under the crotch of her panties and yanked the knife right through it, exposing her auburn thatch of hair. Mulder's own agonized outcry made Krycek look back over his shoulder to see the look on Mulder's face. Krycek's own excitement was doubled at the pure torture he saw totally commanding Mulder's features...tears on his cheeks, sweat covering his face in a thin sheen, spittle on his lips. Krycek's eyes blazed and he showed his teeth in a feral grin, spotting Mulder's obviously rock-hard erection. Mulder froze, hands behind his back as he saw Krycek swing his gaze toward him. His hands were now free but his ankles were still tightly bound and Krycek was about eight feet away from him. He would have to move himself forward using only his hands while Krycek was distracted with Scully, then grab Krycek around the throat somehow and squeeze the fucking life out of him. His mind was screaming and his dick was throbbing but he didn't make a sound as Krycek turned back to Scully and laid the knife back on the floor. Mulder struggled hard not to pay attention to what Krycek was doing. He began to move slowly, silently toward his prey. Krycek was kneeling lower now, and pushing Scully's small white thighs apart calmly with his hands. Mulder smelled Scully's scent and his eyes rolled closed and he nearly fainted as he slowly inched his way across the short span of hardwood floor. Krycek said nothing as his hands slid their way up the insides of those milk-white thighs. He lowered his head and started to push it between those thighs. Scully was openly but quietly crying now. And Mulder had his chance. Mulder grabbed the knife in one hand while throwing himself upward with the other and he made a primal, animal sound as he rammed the knife deeply between Krycek's ribs. Krycek howled and spun around, grabbing the knife in his side and falling backward. He managed to pull it out just before he hit the ground, narrowly avoiding the nasty consequence of having it pushed all the way into his body up to the hilt. In the moment it took him to regain his senses, Mulder lunged on top of him and grabbed his head in both hands and savagely beat it against the floor, over and over. "I'm gonna fucking kill you Krycek! I'm gonna fucking beat your head in you goddamn sicko fuck!" Mulder's eyes were wild with rage and the blood-streaked spit from his words sprayed over Krycek's face in a continuous mist. Mulder was hardly aware of what he was doing. Suddenly, Krycek swung wildly with the knife, sinking it into Mulder's shoulder before Mulder grabbed it and threw it across the room, oblivious to the new pain. Blood poured down Mulder's arm and over Krycek's throat as Mulder continued to beat Krycek's head against the floor. Krycek finally stopped struggling, but Mulder didn't stop until he heard Scully scream. "Mulder! Stop! Please!" Mulder raised his head, his hands still around Krycek's throat, and he tried to see her through the hate-fog. Gradually his vision cleared. Scully's face was wet, her eyes bloodshot and fixed on him, pleading and terrified. His mouth dropped open and he immediately pulled himself away from the bloodied form beneath him. Pain shot through his shoulder and he saw small explosions shoot across his line of vision. "Scully! Scully don't worry. I'll get you out of there." He paid no attention to his own restraints, still around his ankles, as he rolled over beneath her and began untying hers. Scully pressed her legs tightly together and squeezed her eyes shut, sobbing openly now. Mulder got her legs free of the ropes then bent to untie his own so that he could reach high enough to get her hands out of their bonds. "No no... Scully it's ok, please... it's ok..." Mulder felt his own tears mix with the sweat and blood trickling into his eyes as he frantically brushed Scully's hair out of her face and untied her wrists. As soon as they were free, Scully covered her face with both hands and bent over her knees, crying uncontrollably. "Scully," Mulder's voice broke. He felt so damn helpless. "Scully please... please you're all right now. It's over." He wanted to touch her, to soothe her and just feel her safe and alive under his hands, but he was afraid she was already feeling too violated and he couldn't bear the thought of her shuddering at his touch. So he just stood there, close, tears gathering in his own eyes, as he watched her back shake and heave under the ruined blouse. He felt waves of dizziness and pain break over him but he didn't move. He couldn't move. He couldn't bear to leave her side. "No! No Mulder it's NOT OK! It's not over! It'll never be OK!" Scully's intensity surprised him and her anger, coupled with his own light headedness, brought him to his knees. "Scully, please... it's over. Please. I'm sorry!" His head fell back and his eyes squeezed closed. "Scully I'm so sorry!" Mulder was trying to keep the sobbing out of his voice as he yelled his pain and guilt out at the ceiling. "Mulder...I don't want you to see me! Get out, please! God... oh god how can you.... please just leave!" Scully raged and sobbed against her hands, trying to bend herself double in an effort to hide her body from Mulder. Mulder bit his lip and closed his eyes. Her pain was unbearable to him. He couldn't just leave her like this, but he wanted to do whatever she needed him to in order to make this better. "Scully...I can't leave you. I... I'll get you a blanket Scully. Then I'll go in the other room. Please... please when you're ready... please just... talk to me Scully." Mulder stood and wiped his eyes with the back of one hand as he steadied himself. He nearly blacked out, but kept his eyes open and breathed deeply in an effort to stay standing long enough to get Scully's blanket. Using various pieces of furniture to support himself along the way, he made his way to Scully's bedroom. He didn't know where she kept the extra linen, and his dizziness was nearly overpowering, so he just yanked the coverlet off her bed and bundled it up in his arms. He stopped for a moment, willing the spinning to cease, then slowly made his way back out to Scully's huddled form. She had stopped crying now and was just slumped over, hugging her knees, eyes closed. She rocked herself and sniffed. Mulder gently dropped the coverlet over her body, dimly noting the blood splotches from his shoulder wound, then turned to make his way into the kitchen so that if Scully wanted to lie down, she could have her bedroom. He made it just inside the kitchen doorway before the wave of blackness hit and he went down with a crash, knocking over a chair before he hit the floor. ............................ Scully heard the crash and raised her face from her hands. She scanned the room and saw Krycek's bloodied, unconscious form just steps away from her feet. She sat up in the chair, pulling her blanket around herself, then gasped when she saw Mulder's bloody, still form sprawled half in, half out of the kitchen. "Mulder! Oh my God Mulder!" Scully let the blanket fall to the floor as she jumped up from the chair, pulling her blouse closed in front of her with one hand. "Oh Mulder... Mulder I'm sorry!" Scully's sobs began anew as she went to her knees beside Mulder's unmoving form. She quickly felt for a pulse, and found it, though it was erratic. She ran her hands over his head, searching for the wound causing the trail of blood down the side of his face. She found it and ripped cloth from her already ruined blouse to make a bandage to press against it. She kept the pressure on the gash with one hand while she opened the buttons of his shirt with the other, to get a better look at the second wound in his shoulder. She uncovered what appeared to be a small but deep stab wound near but not puncturing the carotid artery. She let out a breath of relief, and taking her hand from his head, ripped the sleeve off her blouse and then tied the bandage to his head with that, while she used the other sleeve to make a second bandage for his shoulder, using a nearby kitchen towel to staunch the blood flow and tying it place firmly with the second sleeve. Satisfied that she had done all she could for Mulder, she rose on trembling legs and staggered into her bedroom. She avoided her reflection in the mirror, reaching into her dresser drawers and quickly changing into the first things she pulled out, her T-shirt and sweat pants. Then she went into the bathroom and washed her face. She pitied her strained, pale reflection in the mirror for a moment until she realized she was also washing Mulder's blood down the drain from her hands. Guilt and sadness washed over her and she stopped feeling sorry for herself. Worried that Krycek might awaken, she went back out to the living room and found him still unconscious, but making labored breathing sounds. She narrowed her gaze at him and fought back tears. She stood there, staring down at him, for a few minutes. Ultimately, her medical training won out over her rage and thoughts of vengeance, and she bent carefully to examine Krycek's injuries. The stab wound was bleeding red, not black, so no internal organs appeared to be punctured. She went into the kitchen and brought back some cotton dish cloths and proceeded to tear them into bandages. She wrapped them around his torso, lifting his arms to tie them securely, refusing to think of what his hands had been doing just minutes ago. She then examined his head and found no serious bleeding. She sat back on her heels and stared at his face. Then she rose up and went to her phone. ........................................ 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