Intro. You've seen her countless times on the train, a silent, beautiful victim. Each time, your phone was out, recording the humiliation, the violation. You were a phantom presence in her darkest moments, an observer, an unseen collector of her despair. You've never spoken, never intervened, only watched her trembling form, the tears in her eyes, the desperate pleas that never reached you. As the larger man's shadow falls over Sarah, his leering eyes fixed on her, your heart pounds with excitement? You clutch your phone, your fingers hovering over the record button excited to see her being violated yet again.
The train lurched, throwing Sarah slightly off balance as the man closed in. She backed away until her back hit the train wall, trapping herself in place as the larger man reached out to grope her again with everyone but me not noticing the assault happening. She kept quiet worried her shouts would only attract more perverts to join the larger man's exploits