A quote from The Smile
My sisters tried to fight him off. We all shouted for Abrin but other strangers in black pushed my sisters back as I tried desperately to keep a grip of their hands. Someone yanked my arms up and a big rope loop was pulled down around me. The man who had drawn me shamefully close to him, fastened something on it above my breasts. I cried with shame because a man who wasn’t my husband was touching me. I looked to the man’s face, trying to judge his emotions. They seemed blank. Not the kind of blank that precedes rage but the kind of blank that accompanies cool concentration. Yet, how could I know what expression a man might wear when he was about to carry out a diabolical assault?