Maybe, she was innocent when she was used as an instrument by men to fulfill their sexual needs.
Maybe, she stayed silent and denied to inform her parents.
Winter in Switzerland was at its peak. The room was occupied by a pretty couple. The fireplace provided the warmth.
‘1034 days’, She said blushing and turning pink. He was stroking her hair and kissed her forehead. They lay nearby the fireplace… covered in a blanket of wool. They kissed again. Their bodies glowed like gold. That night, it was time to make some passionate love and battle the cold with the warmth of their bodies. Beads of sweat fell on her cheeks. Now, they lay exhausted.
“What’s your passion? What do you want to achieve?” I asked her. “My passion is dead. It’s buried” she replied with eyes full of tears.