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Three Things Challenge #652

Three Things Challenge #652

Pensitivity101 Rules:

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
Below are three things that may, or may not, be related. Simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you.
You can use one, two or all three words in your post, there are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
You can use 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and my logo if you wish.
Invite us along by creating a pingback to this post, then leave your link in the comments so that other people can read your writings and I’ll see it to respond to you directly. You might like to check out some of the other contributions while you’re there.

I schedule the challenge to go out around 6.30 am UK time, but pingbacks have to be approved manually so might not show immediately. This could be because I’m late accessing my blog or due to time differences, but I will get there, I promise!
I look forward to reading your responses, and as always thank you all for your continued support.

Your three words are:

WHY
CRY
SLY

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The Ring Part 16 (Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11Part 12Part 13Part 14, Part 15)

Written by Tessa Dean July 2021

All was quiet in the car until the detective broke the silence with a question to Eileen, “Are you wearing the same panties that you wore after the professor raped you?”

Startled, Eileen, asked, ” Why?”

“We need them for testing unless you washed them already.”

“No, I still have them although they are in the trash. I will never wear them again. My lingerie bill is high with all these rapes. This has gone on for months now. Sometimes twice a month. It’s a terrible reason to have to buy new lingerie.” Eileen began to cry again. “I will take you to my apartment so you can have them. I won’t touch them, but I can give you a zipper-locked bag if you need one.”

“I have an evidence bag for them.”

Once they picked up the panties, they headed to the hospital. Sarah held her hand the whole time.

Eileen entered the exam room with trepidation. There were two nurses there, one female and one male. Why would they have a man there for such an intimate examination? The man had a sly smirk on his face. The woman caught it and ordered him out of the room. “I will deal with you later. I can’t believe you would treat her like that. What is wrong with you. I knew I should have kept you out of the room, but since you were second in charge tonight I decided to follow protocol, but in this case, a man’s condescending smile is not needed. The woman needs compassion which you obviously aren’t capable of. Send Cynthia in here now!”

Once Cynthia had arrived, they told Sarah and Eileen what was about to happen. They told them both, “This is a very invasive 2-4 hour plus exam. We’re doing pubic hair pulls or combs, we’re doing swabs of the outside of the genitalia… and then we’re doing a speculum exam, which is internal, and taking swabs that way, and if there was an anal assault we’re doing swabs there. And then we use a colposcope which is a specialized medical camera to take pictures of genital injury.” After giving Eileen time to absorb what she had just been told, they asked her, “Do you want your friend to stay with you for support. This can be rough.”

Eileen looked at Sarah and said, “Please stay with me. I am frightened.”

“Of course I will stay with you if you want me to. That is why I came along. I figured you wouldn’t want to be alone and you don’t have your own mother here, so I am happy to step in and help you in any way I can.”

“Since this happened yesterday I would definitely have to assume that you have gone to the bathroom so hopefully you changed your underwear and kept it,” the nurse said.

“Yes, I gave it to the detective. Didn’t he bring it in?”

“Hold on and let me see. OK, yes he left it here so we can test it in case you no longer have any trace of it inside of you, but inside of you is best because the underwear could be from anyone.”

“It happened last night and I don’t pee often so hopefully you can get it off of both and that way we can be sure.”

“We need to have this on file. If we are lucky than we can find him in CODIS.”

“Oh he’s done it before, but none of the women would file charges against him and go all the way through the process. They filed a rape charge, but refused to go before the court. I am trying to stop this lunatic besides I am tired of being raped over and over. He also beats me so I am covered with bruises.”

“Oh, I am so sorry honey. Well I hope we can find the evidence needed, but you still have to prove rape. Did you take any drugs that we might find in your body?”

“No, he just knocked me about until I was unconscious and then raped me. I would wake up during the rape and then he would leave with a warning not to mention this to anyone or he would kill me. We’re pretty sure he killed is wife.”

“Oh honey. OK, I will go as easy as I can, but this won’t be fun and I am sorry if I hurt you. We’ll also be taking pictures.” They asked Sarah her name and had her come over and stay next to her and hold her hand while they started.

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Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses

New Author’s Website –http://www.tessadeanauthor.com

Author – Old Writing –  http://www.finallyawriter.com

About my life –  http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book published on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

I am also a youtuber in the authortube section on writing. See my videos here:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSpNS-6gfJ0s8eD1berLwQg

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