Victims Of War

"What.. What nonsense are you spouting?" Emma glared and struggled in her hands when Ana's eyes narrowed.

She was still struggling an hour ago about the future of Emma but all her doubts fell out of the window as she stared at the shock and fear registering in the eyes of the girl.

"Is that it? Then I want you to take off your clothes and show me your body." she demanded in a cold voice when Emma flinched.

She gritted her teeth and warm fluid started to settle on the corner of her eyes.

"Why? Would I do that?" she held her dress tightly afraid that Ana would pull it suddenly. "And why do you care?" 

The last word hit hard. More than Emma had thought, her tongue burned as she glared at Ana who was squinting her eyes at Emma.

"You behave as if you are high and mighty. As if you care about others, you are a savior. But you are no different than them." she spat the words as sheer anger started to fill her.