Snivelling and crying, she wretched in the darkness...knees to her chest and her head held low, shoulders heaving. Her clothes were torn and she shrunk from my touch. A strange man is probably the last thing she wanted to see right now...but she looked at my outstretched hand and her gaze followed from my hand, up my arm to the crucifix that dangled from my neck.

"I'm going to help you..."

What a terrible position to be in. Having to trust someone when all trust is gone. Having to give when everything has been taken from you. She took my hand, I wrapped my jacket around her and took her to my car. I drove her to some desolate wasteland and I raped her too.