Tattooed Hand Prints (TW)

I still feel it. What you did to me. All you left me with was grit, despite my pleas. I feel the tattooed hand prints and the taste that's still in my mouth. Did you taste the salt too? From those compliments you gave out like candy... yet not as sweet. A male doctor had to do my rape kit. Shaking and crying I closed my legs in between swabs. He grabbed my ankle to guide it back to the stirrups... Much like how you did. At least the doctor felt sick doing it.