You can't love me.... (PAFP)(2+ sentences)

This is war... No turning back now, you were signed up, trained, and shipped off over sea's to Europe in a matter of months.... Into hell.

Cora, an 18 year old girl, is being dragged through an enemy camp (Your characters camp) along with a bunch of other girls around her age. All undercover spies. They all wore street clothes, but each had a gun at their hip and a tattoo across their back marking them as agents of Russia. Now, Cora doesn't seem like a Russian name, but if you heard her speak, you could tell exactly wear she was from, which is why she refused to talk to anybody.

Cora's eyes flicker over to him, she looks him over for a quick moment with an angry, judgmental gaze and then goes back to calmly staring at her feet. Watching them kick up dirt as she is dragged along.

"Not yet, sir." One of the man says abruptly. Cora glances around quietly as two guards go down the line, finding the guns at all the girls hips and confiscating them. Then they at all forced to their knees, the style of gun pointed to Russia. One guard asks Cole "Should we check their backs for the Russian mark, Sir?"

The men crouch down beside the girls and push up their shirts. Cora scowls slightly as they reveal that all but one of the girls has the Russian mark on them. The one that doesn't is from Italy, an ally of America.

"Italia! Italia!" the girl says, she just looked confused as to why she was taken prisoner. She didn't speak very good English, but she understood his question. Cora rolls her eyes slightly at the girls pleading tone.

Cora glares up at him defiantly, then says in a thick Russian accent "I will not tell any lies. But that does not mean I will tell any truths either." she knows that has nothing to do with his initial questions, but she leaves him to ponder that for a bit, going back to staring at the ground, refusing to acknowledge anything and anyone. All the rest of the girls with the Russia tattoo's respond the same way.

Cora is jerked up roughly and they drag them to the prison cells. Cora looks around in disgust at their filthy conditions and mumbles something in Russian as they bring them through the cell area to a large cement building. There are dozens of male guards that stand in the room as the girls are forced to strip down and change into their uniforms. Since it could get cold, they were given shorts, sweatpants, and a plain white t-shirt. Nothing else before being sent back to their cells.

Cora, right after she is put in her filthy cell. Kneels by the bars and starts to mutter prayers quietly, not allowing anybody to hear the words she spoke, but everybody could clearly see what she was doing.

Cora stands after a couple hours of muttering her daily prayers. She sees her fellow prisoners had all followed suit and she smiles smugly and glares at the guards defiantly, sitting in the far corner of her cell.

Cora watches as the man from earlier brings her her supper. She meets his eyes with her fiery rebellious ones. There was something strangely attractive about her, not just her looks, but something about her bravery that stuck out among there.