A Tale of A Thousand Years Ago [6]

The table lamp's flame inside the tent flickered as the winter's wind rustled the leaves outside. The light cast the shadow of the man in front of me on the cloth walls as he unfastened his pants after having removed his armor and the rest of his clothes. 

The naked man stood before me and looked down at me with a piercing stare. Multiple things were going on in my mind but at that time all I could feel was the state of numbness my body had entered. 

He moved forward and then bent down on his knees, despite that he was still a hand taller than me. He pushed me back and pinned me to the ground with his big hands and began to rip apart the little clothing I had. 

As I watched him tear off the fabric my mother had woven by her warm and loving hands, the burning and smoldering sensation inside me raised another level, but just as before, I wasn't able to figure out what I was feeling, or what it meant. 

It was confusing, and frustrating.