Amelie flinched back as the man pointed a gun, a soft scream escaping her. She froze like that for a couple of moments, eyes squeezed shut. She was quite sure that he was going to shoot her. This was the end. But then, she heard him speaking, a tongue that she vaguely knew. German. He was a German soldier, and she'd walked right up to him.Opening her brown eyes, she understood his instructions with the movements - they helped a lot. 
What if- what if he was one of her cousins? There had been one around her age.

Amelie was shaking as she slid off Pierre, who was unsettled and snorting. Tears of terror filled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She stood next to his head, one hand tangled in his mane. His size next to her was comforting. "Please... Please no kill me," she pleaded in her broken German. Her voice cracked and broke with fright. She was absolutely terrified. The media had warned them how bloodthirsty and cruel the Nazis were, and now she was facing down the barrel of a gun. She met his cold gaze with her own, trembling as she stared at what could be her death. 
Hopefully it would be quick, at least. That would be better than torture or... rape. 

((apologies if this is short/badly written! on camp, having to post from mobile :)))