It felt wrong.
Alien, Alien, Alienated.
Hitting up against all the places she wanted to keep herself, he asked her, "For starters?
I'm going to..."
But the darkening silence in her head was much more inviting.
And for that night only, she felt...hope?
When she realized because this was happening to her, it WAS NOT happening to someone else.
Hope, if only for the fact that all the things she was enduring would not be things someone else ever had to.
Still, Alien, Alien left bruises in places no one else could see.
"Oh, please," she thought. "Not again. Not to me."