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And So it Goes
by
Michelle Kiefer

"I come to awareness slowly. I can feel the cold metal of a table on my bare back and bottom and the scratch of nylon straps at my wrists. I feel the light weight of a surgical drape over me. I know where I am immediately and that struggling will do no good. I can't get my eyes to open, but I can feel the hard edges of the stirrups against my bare feet and the slippery cold of the speculum as it is pushed into me. I hear a man's voice say, 'She won't remember this,' and I hear someone yelling. I realize it is me. 'Scream all you want; no one can hear you,' the voice says again."



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