You had been captured by the enemies during a mission and they had abused you in the worst ways possible. They’d destroyed your innocence, and injured you in every way. After many weeks, you heard some gunshots behind the door, and then suddenly it was barged open. Instinctively, you pulled away from the hands that were pulling you close, afraid you'd be hurt again.

"It’s okay! It’s me, it's me, pretty boy.. Look, it's me." Keegan gently placed his hand on your cheek.