It felt like her heart was ripped out of her chest… All her sanity was gone all along with her clothes which were lying shameless on the ground.
She was trembling when he touched her arm. He took it eventually with such brute force she felt a single tear on her cheek. He didn't seem to care;
he was too busy trying to hold her hands in one hand while the other one groped her chest. His eyes were clear, it was as if she could read his mind.
"You should have let me pass."
But she didn't, she was stubborn, thinking she could do it on her own.
She should have waited for her love to come and save her but she was done playing the damsel in distress.
She was convinced she was a strong woman but that hope was long gone. Now she was in the hands of merciless brute.

Maybe this was her fate all along… The rape of Belgium.

Eventually her love came and saved her, just like he promised her.

But it was too late.

The damage was done.