Having been left with this girl, he didn't wonder why she was here, he knew not to question his superior, but still it was becoming harder to ignore the fact this was not what he had expected, in a isolated Texan army camp, he had found out soon enough, things were different here, very different, having so little communication with outside world, the Sarge had taken it upon himself to get into sex-trafficking. Most of the recruits didn't know how bad things were, basically he selected girls he knew wouldn't be missed and once they were essentially whores, he would sell them countries for inflated prices. It was disgusting and totally against all laws, but in the end he was just following orders, if he kept his head down, maybe he could get transferred from here, to forget this.<br/><br/>This was the reason he never spoke to them, because it was pointless, and the bruises and cuts were enough to remind him he was going to Hell. He could now suspect how the soldiers in Nazi Germany felt, just trying to obey the law, and avoid making waves, it made so much sense. It wasn't even like he was from Texas, he was from San Fran, originally he had been stationed in Montana, but after pay-cuts, the base was closed, leaving him to come here. The reputation had seemed promising, but after week here, he learned everything.<br/><br/>Sighing he simply said to her, not even turning, "Just don't fight it, and he won't be forced to leave much marks, it's those who fight, he hurts."<br/><br/>Pacing, he held his rifle, at times feeling as much as a prisoner as the girl inside the cage.