Amon Goeth stood on the stairs, listening to everyone else having such a good time. Helen , he thought she must be so lonely. He wished that he could somehow comfort her. And if it were under any other circumstance he would take her as his wife. He felt strongly about her. He had never felt this way about a woman before. As he came down the stairs he saw her petite form standing obediently, looking fearfully at him. So this is where you come to hide from me he commented. She did not not answer. I t must get lonely he said casually. Does it? He asked gently. You can answer . I know what you are thinking. What is the right answer , what does he want to hear? The truth , Helen , is always the right answer. I wish I could reach out to you and touch you in your loneliness. He cupped her breast. She shivered but did not move. Amon looked at her with undeniable lust in his eyes. Then he leaned in to kiss her. His mouth was forceful , demanding. Helen froze. No. She could not do this. He was by no means a good man and to him she was nothing. Helen broke off the kiss with a gasp. Please! Stop. Amon looked at her with desire etched on his handsome face. No. I don't think so. Then he slapped her so hard she fell on the bed. In an instant he was on her and tearing her clothes. She tried to scream out for help but he just laughed. Nobody will help you. You are mine to do with as I please. So sweet , Helen he said as he tasted her . Yet so tight. Could you be a virgin? Yes he said as he pulled his fingers out of her tight entrance. I enjoy virgins. He did not bother to undress he just unbuckled his belt and shoved his underwear out of the way. Helen tried to get up but he pinned her arms in his large hand. Are you ready for me he asked huskily. No , don't she cried. Shh, it will be alright he said, uncharacteristically gentle. Then she felt a sharp pain as he thrust himself inside. Helen cried the entire time that Amon was inside her. Occasionally , her agonizing crying would be silenced by one of his brutal kisses. His moans and harsh breathing could be heard from a distance. The people in the other room had no doubt what he was doing. But they did nothing. To them , she did not matter. The bed squeaked from the force of Amon's thrusts. Helen's face was turned to the side so that she did not have to look at him. Her face was red and puffy from crying. Her wrists hurt from the death grip he had on them. Finally , after what seemed like hours , Amon tensed and jerked inside her. He came heavily. His seed felt like acid burning her insides. Helen turned away from him but he lay on his side behind her with a possessive arm around her waist. There he fell into a deep , blissful sleep. Helen on the other hand could not sleep even though she was drained from the assault. What would she do now?he had taken everything from her no one would want her now. With these thoughts plaguing her , she fell into a troubled sleep.