I wish I was a woman in Germany in 1945 when the Russians marched in, me and my daughters raped over and over the very same men who killed my loving husband, then turned into willing fucktoys as we are forced to whore ourselves to them for food, but deep down craving the strong touch of a conqueror, making us pay for his righteous anger, taking the women that are now rightfully his after he proved himself superior to our men. I'd look up at him as he spits in my face and calls me a whore, submissively spreading my legs as I never would have for a meek German, feeling truly like a woman for the first time.