Samantha had been putting off her annual exam for weeks. She hated the idea of being poked and prodded by a stranger. But now, she was in the exam room with Doctor Vance, trying to steel herself for the experience.

"Good afternoon, Samantha," Dr. Vance said with a wide smile. "How are you feeling today?"

Samantha muttered something in response. She was trying to play it cool, but the truth was, this doctor intimidated her. He was a tall, well-built man with a thick beard and a confident demeanor.

As Dr. Vance went through his checklist, Samantha could feel her pulse quickening. When he asked her to disrobe and put on the thin paper gown, she hesitated for a moment before reluctantly complying.

"Okay, let's get started," Dr. Vance said, snapping on a pair of latex gloves. He began by examining Samantha's breasts and abdomen, the whole time making small talk that only made her feel more uncomfortable. But when he moved down to her pelvic region, things took a turn.

Samantha felt his fingers lingering longer than they normally would, and then she heard him mutter something that made her blood run cold.