She wasn't sure if she wanted to talk about it--talking about it meant that she would have to face it--but she knew she needed to. So she sat, pulling her knees up to her chin again. She knew it was a defensive posture, but she didn't care. The tighter a ball she curled up in, the less likely she would be to pounce the doctor, or to run away if things go overwhelming.
It took her a moment to sort out where to start. "We were in Atlanta," she said. "My brothers and I, and a bunch of other people. Stuck there. It sounds crazy, but there were zombies everywhere. The people who knew how to fight, and shoot, were training the rest of us, so we could protect ourselves. One of the instructors..."
She took a deep breath, and tried not to shudder, or break down in tears again at the memories. "I thought he was friendly, but then...last night..." If it had been last night. She'd lost track of time. "He got me alone and he wouldn't stop. He held me down. I couldn't stop it." She felt herself rocking slightly as she spoke. "I was a virgin succubus. I couldn't stop myself." She swallowed hard. "I screwed him to death, while I was screaming inside my own head, and I liked it."