“Tighten up, soldiers. This is the military not daycare,” she bellows at us while judging our every move, or lack there of. Chins up, shoulders back, knees together. My eyes follow her across the room. Her heels click and clack across the floor, my heartbeat beats along with every step. She catches my gaze and I quickly turn my eyes straight ahead so as to not anger her. The clicking and clacking halts before me.

“My office, Soldier, I think you aught to be taught a lesson,” She speaks quieter than before, but loud enough for me to hear her perfectly. She turns on her heel and beckons for me to follow, I oblige, she is my superior, I must do as she says.

We enter her office and she swiftly shuts the door behind me. She props herself up against her desk and looks at me with her head down, biting her lip. “You’ve been a bad boy, soldier,” I watch her approach me, my heart quickens and my breath shakes.

“I don’t want this,” I whisper, as she slides her hand down my closed shirt, undoing the buttons.

“At ease, soldier,” she replies menacingly. My throat chokes up as her hand gets closer and closer to my crotch. “Stop, please,” I grit my teeth and grab her hand. “Please,” she reaches my crotch and I gasp in surprise. The air in the room tightens around my throat with her unsolicited touch. “I don’t want this,” I repeat myself, somewhat louder but more distressed than before. “I think you do,” she replies. I close my eyes tightly and ball my hands into fists. My brain begins to panic, my eyes water up but I know there’s nothing I can do. No one would believe my if I told them. I can’t lose my position here. The other men would laugh at me. Ask me why I didn’t just enjoy it. Should I not want the touch of a woman? No, this isn’t what I want. Not at all. But I know I don’t have a choice. I can’t stop her. She unbuttons my trousers and begins to remove them. I feel the tears rip from my waterline and find their way down my cheeks. She does what she wants to me and leaves me a weeping mess on the floor. She bends down to my level and whispers in my ear.

“No one will believe you,”