the pain of warmth?!?!?!

Betty. Betty was a strong girl. Never did a tear roll from her eyes in the past seven years while she was tortured every second of her life. She had been captured by a group of refugees and had been used to fulfil their desires of you-know-what time and again. Yet she never quivered, never did she lose faith in God and always hoped to free herself. And then, without notice, she got a chance to escape. She was wise enough not to lose the opportunity. She freed herself from the chains of torment she was tied to, all these years. She escaped, escaped far away never to be caught again. At first she ran aimlessly without knowing where to go. It has been years since she had seen sunlight. It felt like thousands of needles poking her in spite of the pain she endured all these years. She had never felt this weak in all those seven years.
“You don’t look well. Is everything alright? Do you need help?” She was amazed to hear those words. She had never been talked to like this since ages. She had almost forgotten goodwill and compassion. She looked scared. The stranger was rather shocked by her silence and his curiosity grew. He was genuinely concerned for her and was sure she needed help. But he knew it was not the perfect time to ask her what had happened. That could be left for some other time. So being very careful, he slowly moved close to her and gave her his coat. She seemed to appreciate the effort. He knew he was gaining her trust, but Betty was still not prepared to trust someone this early. He gently asked her to come along with him to the nearby restaurant and have something to eat. With wavering steps Betty followed. They went inside silently, without uttering a single word. Betty seated herself at the edge of the sofa.
“I am Mark”, finally said the stranger after several minutes of silence. Betty did not respond. It looked as if she was unaware of Mark´s presence. Again silence conquered the space between them for the next half-an-hour. Mark didn’t mind the silence; he wanted to give her enough time and space to open up, while Betty stared blankly at her bare feet. Finally she glanced over to see Mark´s face. He looked handsome, with smooth face-cuts and a distinctive jaw-line almost making his face-angle two-dimensional. His gleaming eyes were presently filled with mixed emotions of curiosity, concern and confusion. He looked harmless. Suddenly, as if like lightning she got all her senses back. She was used to bear so much pain that it didn’t seem to pain her further after sometime. But today looking at the tenderness of a complete stranger she felt back her pain. She realised what she had been missing all this time. As if the warmth was too affectionate to take. It made her weak. It made her pity herself for what she had gone through. It was like spraying hot water suddenly on a thing which had been frozen for a long time. It was painful to become supple again after years of being hardened. The pain had hardened her heart, her soul. The warmth was softening the hard envelope but it was unbearable. She had forced herself to become numb but now she was gaining back her senses. And suddenly she sensed something warm in her cheeks. She didn’t realise what it was. She touched her cheeks with her fingers, and was amazed to see it humid. She was surprised to see the drop of tear which had been suppressed since countless time. She was becoming a woman again but this time she was prepared.