you had been captured. You were a young woman whose whole life consisted of war. You had no choice but you were the enemy.

The masked man sat in the corner of the dark room. He never really spoke. You found yourself wishing he would save you. He was the only one who hadn’t harmed you during your time here.

He finally stepped out of the shadows, so quietly and quickly you didn’t even notice. He bent down and brushed your hair from your face and whispered “pretty girl”