He looks hungry as he plunges his hand into my stomach and rips out my intestines. I watch as most of my colon falls from his hands. Twelve pairs of eyes stare with disgust at my displayed guts. He pulls apart my rib cage, reaches inside, and tears out my heart. Triumphant, he shows it to the horde. A female juror turns away, no longer able to stomach the blood. Each word—fantasy, lie, consent—is a stone thrown. The barrage finally breaks open my head and I disassemble. The defence lawyer drops his rock and winks at my rapist.