His foreboding voice beamed with the confidence I was desperate for, "I hope you won't complain because remember, my entry into prison will be marked by your retreat into seclusion. And who are you going to complain to, anyway? Your mother has practically disowned you! The police? They'll never believe you! They'll probably laugh it off and the cruel character assassination carried out by them will leave you feeling like the perpetrator. Your family, school, and society will promptly arrive, not to sweeten your sorrow, but to rub salt into your wounds. Oh, I forgot, I'll also anonymously create a Facebook page in your name and post nude photos of you on it, oh boy, what a laugh would that be! Even then if you irrationally decide to report, I will hurt everyone you unrequitedly love and care for. No one cares for you; I am the only one who acknowledges your existence. So, be a good girl, put your shirt back on, and smile!"