Once I wrote a poem, which I used many years later for myself as inspiration to let tell this story by an artwork/image. Here is a very very short excerpt translated from German: "The water rushed, louder and faster. The rain getting heavier, and it's getting colder. He approached her. Without fear, without consideration. She didn't know what was happening to her, started shaking, started screaming...But he knew she was alone..." "I am not a product" is an artwork I photographed and edited to imaging the fear of lots of women, but with a statement