The tall T 2Seconds seemed like hours. He was kneeling in front of this bastard. Amelia was pressed to his crotch, he could see her trembling.
"Come on you little slut, you know what to do."
Amelia looked at the soldier with fear. She shook her head. The man grabbed her hair tighter and gave her a slap on her cheek. Amelia started to cry in pain and fear, but this only seemed to amuse the soldier more. He gave her another slap and one more. Her lip was bleeding and she would get a black eye, that was for sure. When he was about to gave her a blow with the butt of his firearm Rashid couldn't stand it anymore.
"Stop! Please, don't hurt her anymore. Tell me what you want, but don't hurt the girl anymore, please."
The soldier turned to him and put his sunglasses down a little. He looked straight into the cold eyes of the man.
"And 'what' would you have in mind, scumbag?"
Rashid gave him a little smirk. "I will blow your....head off."
A loud croak broke the silence and a brown fa
The tall T 1He found her hiding behind the ruins of an simple wall. A small face covered with dirt, only two thin strips where her tears had flown where clean. He lowered his AK, trying not to scar the little girl more than necessary. His dirty boots swirled up the sand as he walked over to the small child. The little one, stared at the man with bewilderment and fear. Why wasn't he shooting? She quickly hide herself as much in the shadow as possible. Suddenly she saw the men going to his knees.
"It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you, sweetie."
Tears started to ran down her face again. What was this guy playing at? Nobody had shown her or her family any kindness in weeks. Something wasn't right.
"Mummy said I must not talk to strangers." She looked away from the man.
"Good girl, but I'm a friend. Sure you're allowed to talk to friends right?"
She looked in the a pair of dark brown eyes. The left one was reddened, maybe because of the bunch of scars all around his eye. His expression looked quit friendl