Helpless

Emin clenched his jaw as he watched the two armoured guards drag the limp form of the girl from the house. She hung like a rag doll between them, her bare, dirty toes just barely trailing on the ground. He started forward as if to intervene, but his wife's hand on his arm, and her nod to the babe in her arms, stopped him. Besides there were another six guards with the first two, he wouldn't stand a chance. All he could do was watch in silence, like the rest of people in the street, as the men marched away with their prize, his hands clenched in fists by his side.