After the r**e, I sat slumped on the ground, bitter and angry. The casual way in which my body had been used for the instant gratification of a man filled me with disgust. I had been a vessel for him to satisfy his need for s****l release and if its attainment came at the cost of my virginity, my self-respect, physical distress and pain, it mattered not to him. I tried to be grateful that my ordeal had been curtailed by the arrival of Veronica with the deputy commandant but all I felt was sorrow and a deep feeling of shame.
This is why r**e is such a potent and terrible weapon of war. For it is indeed a weapon, used indiscriminately by armies throughout history. Not only is there the physical pain and violence of the r**e itself, the hatred and desire to debase, which the act represents –
