"I want it out. I hate it. Hate everything it represents... He couldn't just take my body away from me while he used it; he had to turn me into a fucking broodmare. It's – it's not even my body, anymore. It's h-h-his and I'm just a prisoner in it!" Her voice rose to a breathy, tearful shriek, wrenching the words out of her like they hurt, her slim hands clenched into fists.