I heard the fabric tear. For some reason that sound send chills down my spine. Or maybe it was the sight of a scared young woman I've grown fond of in...the process of being raped by six large black men because of me.She was yelling at them now, telling them to leave her alone, explaining in a trembling voice that she doesn't want to do this; she wants to go home. No one in the audience could have missed the genuine fear in her voice. She began trying even harder to twist away. It looked like she. ? and hows your life going on..? kept asking questions again and again, i said i am now in delhi, he said, “really..? what you doing here…? where you are staying…? etc, i told everything as i got transfer over here, and working here since a month, then he told me to meet today and we decided a place, evening i went to a place where we were decided, then he came in car, we hugged and talked a usual things about health and etc, he asked about my staying and i told i am staying in a flat, then he. He thumped a fist on his chest and told her, ‘Bastion.’ Repeating it again so she would know who he was, ‘Bastion, my name is Bastion.’ He glanced over at his large food dish, he supposed he could skip breakfast for this woman. Knowing that she would not understand his words, he spoke anyways, hoping that the act of conversing would keep his animal lust for this woman down. ‘Are you hungry Mahr-gah-ret? I have food here.’ He walked to the plate and picked it up, popping an olive into his mouth.. I take responsibility for my own actions. Having permission or not doesn’t change the fact that you feel I disrespected you. And I’m sorry for doing that.”“Maybe if I’d been stronger...” he sighed.“Are you talking about me? Or are you talking about Liz?”“Liz.”“I’m not sure what you could have done. She talked to me more than she talked to you and Mom and I had no idea what had happened. I don’t think Emmy did, either. Sure, she knew about Paul, but not about the stuff that happened before then..