He was carrying a big gun. But then I found her. I didn’t have any luck with others. He took a step back and pointed his weapon at me. I guess some part of me hoped I just couldn’t find what I was looking for. I crumbled on the ground. You could hear it in his voice. I unbuckled her pants and tried to pull them off but she was persistent. There was something in his eyes. “It doesn’t get any easier if you struggle,” I said. No, everyone is so nice around here. She didn’t get what I was implying. “No,” she pleaded, and as I didn’t stop she added, “Don‘t”
I stopped and I think she really believed I gave up. Who am I to tell these people they are wrong? The world isn’t a nice place.