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Frank sat in his therapist's office, fidgeting with his hands.
After escaping Christian's captivity, he'd started going to therapy, where he was swiftly diagnosed with PTSD from his torture, as well as cynophobia: the fear of dogs.
And, now, here he was, barely held together and trying to cope with all he'd been through.
"I, uh..." he cleared his throat. "I had another panic attack this week" he confessed to the therapist, who stared at him sympathetically.
"Do you know what triggered it?"
"I was out, and I saw a man walking his..." he took a deep breath. "Walking his dog. It was the same kind as the, uh, the mask that... Yeah"
"You're very brave for talking about this" the therapist said softly. Frank chuckled.
"Thanks"
"Now, let's get into some coping skills..."