On the other side of the countryside, at the same time as the massacre was taking place....
One man in armor dragged the terrified girl into the ranch shack, her cries for help falling on deaf ears. Liam, on the other hand struggled against the clutches of two other men, his face flushed with anger and despair as he watched his best friend being dragged off to an unknown fate.
"Help! STOP THIS!!!" Liam pleaded, squirming and trying to break free.
The man holding the girl smiled disgustingly. "Calm down, I'll just make her into a woman," he said casually as he tore off the girl's fragile clothes.
The girl, Lily, cried hysterically; then her hands were grabbed to be forced to lie on her back in a pile of hay. The leader of the group, a big muscular man with a bushy beard and bald head; explored various points of the girl's body with his stinking tongue, until... He stopped at a slightly protruding breast, and began to puff like a baby.
The building used to be Liam's residence, as well as a witness to many little moments he shared with Lily; from the times Lily came to help him sincerely, to the light teasing that often annoyed him but he secretly enjoyed. However, all those warmth and memories were now tarnished, replaced by the grim shadow of a group of invaders who had robbed the place of its peace.
"No!!! HELP!!!" Lily cried out, struggling weakly under the bald man's pressure.
The bald man with a maniacal smile tried to undo Lily's pants strap. Meanwhile, another man who was not holding Liam, took out his own and shuffled silently.
The bald man's swollen organ jumped out of its armor confinement, carrying a sticky glistening liquid smelling like sap; then slapped Lily's quivering belly slovenly, leaving a puddle of transparent sticky substance. Lily's eyes widened in horror out of fear, she knew something worse was ahead of her, her instinct reflexively gave the command to close the crotch. But, the bald man gripped Lily's slender calf wrist with a destructive grip. There was a cracking sound as the delicate bones split, pain exploded in Lily's petite body as she struggled in his cruel grip; tears flowed ever more profusely from her contorted face in disgust, fear, anger, sadness, and shame.
"After this, I'm Thaddeus," said one of the men holding Liam. The one man who wasn't holding Liam interjected, "You're last, I like cramped best."
Liam redoubled his efforts to break free and punched the bald man, he shouted in anger, "YOU BITCHES!!! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!!"
When someone is sexually aroused in a rape situation, it does not necessarily mean that they enjoy or agree with what is happening; this reaction can occur as an automatic response to physical stimulation, even though emotionally and mentally they do not desire the act in the slightest. Just like when one cannot control the sudden sweating of the body during exercise, or the racing of the heart during panic; these are bodily reflexes that run their course without conscious control.
The hollow-bearded man's other head pressed hard into the folds of Lily's virginity, her vagina already wet from unwanted stimulation. With a wild groan the bald man thrust in, plunging half his length in one brutal thrust. Lily screamed, her back arching as searing pain racked her body. Her untouched virgin channel contracted and twitched around her unforgiving assailant, fresh blood beginning to trickle down her thighs.
"Damn, you're so tight," grumbled the baldy.
Sighing harshly, the man savored the incredible sensation of her undulating vagina walls gripping like pincers; with a cruel laugh, he pulled away and slammed back down impaling Lily to the root. Lily whimpered in despair at her useless resistance; the painful stab tore through Lily's reproductive tract with the wet squeaking sound of her shredded virginity filling the air, punctuated by the rough sound of the bald man's heavy balls slamming into her bruised flesh and screams filling the country road.
"Fuck! Look at that sweet little pussy," the man about to do the second part hissed, shaking hers more ferociously.
His swollen testicles throbbed madly, thick threads of cum bursting from the veined shaft flooding her vaginal canal with foul fluid; Lily cried out sobbing as she felt the disgusting warmth seep into her womb. It was trapped inside the narrow passage, with each wall giving a tingly feeling as the bald man withdrew; wisps of white, frothy fluid dripped around the opening of her organ moving up and down, a heavy stream of sperm flowing from Lily's wide-open, shattered vaginal slit pooling beneath her shattered body.
"My turn next," said the man who had been shaking his shaft from the start; but he froze as the bald man started moving again, sliding his half-hard shaft in and out of Lily's vagina.
"You already took it out once, you greedy bastard," one of the men holding Liam smiled, and the bald man only replied with a sardonic smile.
As if to provoke... The bald man stood up to carry the girl from the front, then continued stabbing from behind. They met, tears flowing from the same empty source as Lily who was tossed half-consciously in a world filled with madness.
"If I had known earlier... None of this would have ever happened," his voice was low yet trembling, with every word a weight crushing his chest. "If only I had tried a little bit... I would have been able to stop everything," Liam had not stopped.
Lily, who was forcefully carried before him opened her eyes slowly; her lips were dry, with a voice that came out barely audible, "Don't..."
Liam with his blank yet pain-filled gaze, "If I were strong enough, even a little, just a little... I could kill them, every single one of them. No! I'D KILL ALL THEIR FAMILIES!!!"
"No..." said Lily, her breath coming in short gasps, each word absorbing energy she had left.
"I stood here... I saw everything they did... And I, did nothing..." Liam was lost in his world, he continued, "NO! I was even worse... I was just screaming... I was just... Trying to get away... I was... Didn't stop them."
Lily's blurred vision began to drown out her consciousness, though she tried to say the one thing that mattered to her, "Don't ever... Say that..."
"I'm trash. Truly trash. Useless, unworthy, even to be called an animal. I just stand here, watching, while Lily is dragged, crushed, and humiliated. What's the point of me breathing if at the most important moment I can't even take a step? No muscles, no courage, nothing; this body was just an empty shell that couldn't even protect the one person who meant everything to me.
I chose to endure for selfish reasons, a coward hiding behind excuses; all of this happened because of my weakness, because I didn't even try to make an effort, because the real bastard was me... That's right! I am the bastard, and I must kill them... But, who are they that I should kill? If only I had a little strength... If only I could cut down one of them... Maybe Lily wouldn't be hurt like this. But that was just an IF, and all the ifs mean nothing now; all that remains is the fact that I failed, that I..."
"SHUT UP!" Lily shouted, slightly startling the surrounding rapists, and most importantly managing to slightly get the attention of Liam who was immersed in his world.
Lily stared at him with eyes that began to lose focus on the world, her lips trembled yet forced into a thin curve; there was a tartness that flowed with her breath as if the smile was created just to calm Liam down, "I, will keep saying it, no matter how much... Please... Don't ever... Even Once... Blame yourself," she said softly with her voice almost breaking; the smile remained hanging on the last second with her eyes slowly dimming, her consciousness slipping away like a piece of cloth carried away by the current and leaving Liam alone in their separation.
Liam never knew how much time had passed, or how many "turns" had changed. Seconds felt like hours, and hours felt like one long, heavy breath. The sounds around him were distorted, like echoes coming from the bottom of a well; the men's rough laughter sounded shrill, clipped, mixed with the sound of flesh crashing. The light in the room seemed to pulsate, sometimes too bright to pierce the eyes, dimmed into shadows that stretched across the walls; making the figures in front of him look like blurred silhouettes that moved without form. In between, the world lost the boundaries of reality; there was only sound, movement, and a tightness that gripped his chest like a fever dream.
Liam was no longer trying to break free; the realization that any attempt to resist was futile pressed more heavily on his chest than the hands that had previously held him. He just looked down, letting his gaze go blank, guilt flowing like a poison that made every muscle weak. A brief snarl sounded faintly near his ear, with something hard slamming into the side of his head; the blow was enough to extinguish the remaining light in his eyes, and Liam sank fully into that world.