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She wanted out.

“I was so tired. It was dangerous,” says Dawkins, 28. “I knew I was better. I wanted to make my mom proud and do something with my life. “

She was working on Homewood Ave. when she met Foster about a month before his death, she says. She asked if he wanted to have some fun. He agreed to pay $120 for a half hour of “full service” and led her to his Rose Ave. apartment.

Foster was “aggressive sexually,” she says. After the half hour was up, they ended up smoking weed and talking. “We just meshed really well.”

So she had sex with him again — this time for free. “Jay was a very attractive male, great body, well-endowed,” she says with an unsettling smile.

They kept in touch. On Aug. 2, 2015, Foster asked to see her but she had plans to meet friends at a club for Caribana’s closing night. He tried to entice her with weed, she says, and after persistent calls, she agreed to head over. But not for long. She had to meet her friends at 1:30 a.m.

After some foreplay, Dawkins says she tried to leave but Foster was drunk and angry. “The next thing I know he says ‘I told you you’re not going anywhere’ and that’s when he stabbed me in the face,“ she testifies.

“I was just terrified. I honestly thought this is it. I’m going to die.”

With blood in her eyes, she struggled for the knife, she says, and finally got hold of it. “I just swung. I was scared.“

She doesn’t remember how many times she “swung” at him.

“When you were taking swings at him, were you trying to kill him?” Penman asks.