The Rewrite

Behind the White Coat

She did not know why she had lied about it.

Perhaps because she was trapped?

The man held her down, his breath stinking of alcohol. It made her eyes burn as he panted and grunted so close to her face. She had no more fight left. So she let him do what he had to do. When he passed out she locked herself in the bathroom and cried. Her hands shook as she tried to clean his seed out of her.

Please, God.

But her mother always told her that God does not listen to harlots. A...