"My body is a temple," I repeat again and again and again, as they rip my clothes off and loom over me, one after the other. I try going to my happy place, but it's no use. Happiness seems untouchable. They cover my eyes, the gateway to my soul. No shame in doing this to something less than human. Still, I struggle, scream, gasp for air. It's hard not to consider giving up when they invade my temple again and again and again. I want to. I really should. I stop. My body isn't mine anymore.