The entire story in this portrait is her expression. The slight downcast tilt of her head, her eyes submissive as she stares at something she is forced to look at. The bleeding lip telling us that she is obeying out of fear. Yet there is the slightest nuance of her gaze that tells us something else. A need to fight back, an anger growing. We know, that once she gains the courage she needs, and just existing is no longer enough to survive, she will make her stand and kick some serious ass. At least, that’s what we all hope for, right?