*TRIGGER WARNING-sexual assault*

EMBERLY'S POV

My door bangs open. I'm slouched in the corner, trying to disappear. 

The hope that I had a month ago is long gone. I haven't broken yet, but I'm close. I have barely been fed and am now skin and bones. I hardly get any sleep during the night and in the day, I'm constantly bombarded by cruel tortures in order to 'cure' me of my rebellion and individuality. 

Numerous exorcisms, shock therapy, medications, isolation, aversion conditioning, and prayer have all become my normal. I can't remember much beyond a day and I'm in a constant state of drugged consciousness. 

Dr. Thompson and the orderlies come in, carrying a small cup with my pills. He doesn't even offer me the choice to take them willingly now. The orderlies grab me up and sit me on the bed, one taking my head and forcing my mouth open. The doctor comes over and dumps the five or six pills down my throat, pouring water right after so they go down. I don't even know what I'm being forced to take, let alone how much. Once the pills go down, I'm stripped and forced under the freezing shower again. 

After I'm clean enough for the doctors liking, I'm dressed in the recently replaced nightgown. My significant weight loss makes me shiver for hours after the freezing water has been dried off my body, my small frame now unable to regulate my body temp and warm me up. I'm taken for my aversion therapy, strapped in the dentist chair and forced to watch the god awful slideshow while being assaulted with shocks. More pictures of Andy have now been included, and they are accompanied with the most painful shocks. I'm in and out of consciousness over the three hour period, thanks to the drugs. 

I don't remember leaving the room, but I find myself in a room that is bare except for a metal bed frame. I'm roughly dragged over to it and am restrained. I find myself forced to relive visions of being held captive by Pearce, Juliet, and Dr. Riley. I can't relieve the weight that is crushing my chest, forcing me to gasp for air, each breath harder than the last. I hear myself beg to be let up. 

          "I can't do that. This is the most progress we've made. I know you're uncomfortable, but that's just the demons fighting to stay in your body. Let them out, Miss Vace." Dr. Thompson says calmly. I realize that multiple people in robes have entered the room. Another exorcism. This time is different though. I find my nightgown being cut off, and I'm left naked for everyone to see.

          "No." I manage to say, but it's no use. Dr. Thompson has removed his pants, his member springing free. The robed figures are chanting lowly, creating a circle around the frame I'm tied to. My chest seizes and nausea grips my stomach. My vision is going in and out, black spots beginning to invade my sight. I feel him enter me, and I hear a scream. I feel the vomit rise in my throat and the scream is cut off. Unable to vacate my throat, I am helpless as I begin to choke on my own vomit. I feel my heartbeat slowing in my ears and the blackness engulfs my vision.

I hear a distant crash and feel the pressure lifted off my lower body before letting go for good. Death is finally here, and I'm actually relieved. My last thought is of Andy smiling at me on our wedding day.