"Let me go, you fucking asshole!"
The insult was met with serene patience and calm understanding. For all the fight that Rosalie was putting up, the doctor was well aware of the fear and uncertainty tormenting his young patient. She struggled against the straps bounding her to the bed, but both of them knew that it was a wasted effort.
Nevertheless, she struggled until her body was engulfed by fatigue brought by hours of relentless battle. Defeated by her weakened self, Rosalie had no other choice but to surrender. With a sneer marring her gaunt face she turned her eyes to the doctor expecting him to deliver a self-righteous speech just like the others had already done.
Her refusal to feed the thing growing inside of her had sparked the indignation of her captors—she was convinced that had it not been for the baby nobody would bother lecturing her on the need to eat.. She loved knowing that it was dying, starving, suffering … and there was nothing they could do about it. They thought they could control her fate by preventing her from having it surgically removed, but she had shown them. She was above them and soon …
Her line of thought was interrupted by the soothing voice of the man who was supposed to be her new doctor.
"Rosalie, dear, don't you remember me?"