I felt like I didn’t need any mates to dismember all of them on my own.“Don’t get brave,” I ranted on, “after I’ve gone. Don’t think you...can get others involved and win. We have guns. People in places. OK? I wouldn’t mind killing you, you can believe that can’t you? People who’d kill their own daughter and sister; just for trying a relationship. You don’t deserve life. Honour? Izzat? You SCUM. Make sure everyone understands.”He stared at me in terror and hatred. I hated him right back. I closed. There in the other bed lay the sleeping man whom apparently I rescued. I didn't understand why I felt so attached, so insecure being without him. When I caught my first glimpse of him, I wanted to jump out of my bed and into his, to cry in his arms...but why? Pushing myself onto my left side, I began to sob out of relief. The weight of sorrow and desperate yearning was lifted off of my broken and sore shoulders. "C'mon," I had forgotten Carla was still in the room. She was continuing to. They used to chat about right-wing and left-wing political ideology.One of the girls was Tina who was about 29 years old from America. She was a scientist and I had personal chat with her on Twitter. I used to talk with her normally about her profession and everyday life. But as we know people in the West are quite open to sexual talk and other stuff. She started telling me stories about her experiences. She told me that she was a scientist. After that, she told me how she had open. He had been looking at her. She was a pretty girl, with her red hair and sweet curves. He couldn't help getting a little turned on by her display of her body in that thing she was wearing. "I was just going to listen to some music." She turned it on. "Here, sit with me. Don, you need to relax. I won't bite." She giggled. "I know you won't bite, little girl. But I might." She laughed and touched his thigh as he sat down next to her. She rubbed it a little, then sipped her beer and grinned. Don.