The youngest conscript had been totally stripped and tied up, the rope securely binding her frail arms behind her. She watched the enemy soldier fornicate with Ora, the squad leader, wincing at the muffled grunts and curses. Ora had been stabbed in the neck by the wicked-looking blade the enemy had, and then he had moved on to Ide. Ide - she was close, and the youngest conscript could hear the noises as the enemy fornicated with the young woman. Yet Ide's groans seemed to be more in pleasure than pain, to the youngest conscript's confusion. It almost seemed like Ide was grinding up against the enemy by her own will.

Ide died all the same, and the youngest conscript could not fully process the sight of blood and a limp body that had been straining in the throes of life and pleasure a minute before. She remained on her knees, too confused and cold to do anything, when the enemy positioned himself behind her and pushed himself inside.

The youngest conscript screamed at first from the pain, but it was mostly a wretched haze from a day of combat and the screams stopped. She even found herself distantly enjoying the sensations until she felt a shock on her neck, and the world quickly went black.