You had been captured by some terrorists during a mission and they had abused you in the worst way possible, destroying your innocence. After days of this you hear some gun shots behind the door you were kept in and then it suddenly barged open. Instinctively you crawled away from the hands that were pulling you close

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME! NO!” You cried

“It’s ok! It’s me, it’s me. It’s me, look. look it’s me…” Gaz placed his hand on your tear soaked cheek