Your town was overrun by enemy soldiers. You watched in horror as the women got dragged away, for god knows what, while the men were tied up.

Suddenly, a tall solder stands in front of you, wearing a skull mask. “I’ll take this one.” He declares before dragging you off to a room. He throws you on the bed before locking the door. You cower away.

He turns to you. “I am not a brute.” He says softly before sitting on a nearby sofa. “I am not about to ravish you. I just want them to think I am.”