I feel cold, a captive in this war camp. Outside is a currently quiet battlefield. There is no heat in such a place. How could there be, in such a place. Especially with my clothes hanging on the other side of the room from where I am chained. Every cranny of my body. It's been cold for so many days, since my capture.
A now unfamiliar heat hit my neck uninvited. His hair tickles my skin, but I am too numb to feel it. I don't know any feeling anymore except the painful one between my legs. Oh, lord, I crave him, and he knows it. Even in this position, broken, humiliated. The enemy... had to be him.
His hands are still gloved. That is so frustrating. I need not leather, but your skin. The hands withdraw, and you stand up over me, who is sitting against the wall. The hands go directly to your buttons. Too straight forward. Just like you. Why waste time with fine details?
You lean down and grab my waist. I can't belive your strength. Holding me up, back to the wall, so easily. Wait... what is going on... Is he really going to do that, without... that will hurt!
"S-stop it! You creep, desist!"
He is going to do this in the most painful way he can. He is cruel. I hate him already.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!"
It hurts, so bad. I feel so humiliated. I can feel the blood. A lot of blood. I can feel him inside, slowly becoming less painful with the slick of the crimson he is so familiar with. But it still hurts. The grinding, the touch, is nothing like what I wanted. I try to pretend a little. He is caressing my face. He brushes my hair from my face. His murderous lips come down on mine.
His lips touch mine. My eyes open wide in shock. Reality. My yearning takes a turn into the truth. Such warmth. Not the warm of a violating breath. Not a warm of the blood trickling over my limp feet. A warm that spreads over my heart. Even if it's just a little gesture, it's fine. The pain will fade, the bodily chill will return tonight, but...
This little warmth in this prisoner of war camp will last as long as I want.