I attempted diplomacy and instead of finding reason, I found lecherous men whose throats I should have slit when they first put their filthy hands on my body.

[ She folds her arms, cocking her head to the side. Her hair moves over her shoulders and another bruise along the side of her neck can be seen. ]

Foolish girl. I thought I saw decency in one man's face, but it quickly turned to vulgarity that is now buried with the rest of his appalling form in his grave.