Pieces

Cunt.

Slut.

She was asking for it.

Remebered pain exploded through her body. The echoes enveloping her, she wanted to scream. Something ripped away, exposed. Terror. Screaming didn't help. Nothing helped.

The doctors said she'd heal fine. Her body. It would be fine.

What a laugh. She'd never be fine again. They'd had her. She was no longer perfect. No longer *whole*. No longer... real.

You're a woman, this is what you're for, they'd spit at her as she cried.

No more, though, she wasn't. She was nothing.

You're nothing but a woman. Deal with it. C'mere bitch.