You had been captured by some terrorists during a mission and they had abused you in the worst ways possible, destroyed your innocence. After days of this you hear some gun shots behind the door you were kept in and then suddenly it barged open. instinctively you crawled away from the hands that were pulling you close, afraid you'd be hurt again.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! NO!" you cried.

"it's okay! it's me, it's me. it's me, look. look... it's me.." König placed his hand on your cheek.