In the distance appeared a boy on a bicycle, pedaling for dear life.
"They're coming," he shrilled. "The Romans are coming!"
We fell out into the open air and stood like sacrificial victims under the hot sun. We had no where to run to anymore. Up went the wilting red flags. Roaring motorcycles approached. Then the first tank .
The little dusty road shook under the weight of the invaders. Great treads slowed and stopped.
leading tank towered over us with a huge gun barrel pointing skyward. The striking young sergeant, tall and broad shoulders with a confident air that sprung from sureness in his ability caught my eyes. I'm just half his height.
"Well, sweetheart," he grinned. "What have we got here?". And laughed.
We were only few women out on the street.
"What do you want with us, you perverts." I said and spat on his face.
The Romans are great army, but also a conquering army with known tastes in rape and robbery.
"Hah-aha, you're a hot one. All we want is a little fun!". He guffawed and pushed back his helmet. The fair hair glittered in the sun.
"Gather them up, the women only. Leave the infants they're are only burden." He said. "We don't want children, we only want babes. Hah-aha."
We were rough handled, chocked and beaten. The screaming of little children and solemn pleading of women, the thick black fumes from the reddish yellow flames over our thatch homes went up into the cloudless sky. My heart was as if it might explode.
were arrested and tied to the tanks. Metal tracks bit into the road as we follow suit. Engines belched black fumes, we chocked and wiped our eyes.
I was only thirty-one years old when I organized a few women and convinced them to runway with me. We all hoped that the Romans would calm down and soon there would be peace. Certainly I did not know that we had just set out on a road that lead to sexual abuse and would be marked by the graves of loved ones.
We walked for long. Thirsty, tired. The ground must have gotten weary of our tears. Just about that thought we stopped. The young Sergeant got out the tank and observed his environment.
"Can we find shelter here?, For our women?. He giggles and asked for a drink of vodka.
Men voices sounded through the dark, the night that swallows up its victims. Songs were sang smartly as the wood burns with fire flakes hugging the stars.
"Go bring me a toy!"
A posse of men gathered around us. After came the bold one with cold blue eyes piercing through the soul. Took violently a lady. She struggled but his firm grip was stronger on her long, greasy hair. No one spoke. The men stared at us in disgust and lust, one even held a handkerchief to his nose. Then they left us to watch, with no word said.
"Come and get it!, Let's play, my lady!"
She was difficult for him, so he ordered they fill her till shes drunk.
Already the darkest clouds were gathered over us. After she got drunk and became unconscious, she cared little about herself. Nor, very much about her getting violated. She didn't want pain, she wanted pleasure.
He had already began kissing her several times, they were kissing yet again and he slid his hand under her.