The battle for my city didn't last long. For the first few days, it seemed likely we were stuck in a siege that would outlast our attackers.

We had an abundance of small arms and vehicles, not to mention rockets which we thought they lacked entirely, but we underestimated their numerous snipers, molotovs, and miniguns. Pipe bombs were especially shocking, as our county guard had grown accustomed to facing ineffective duds that would fizzle out.

On just the 1st day of the 2nd week, they catapulted dozens of explosive to high ground. They had triple the troops our officials estimated and were far faster than anticipated. I got calls and texts to stay in the center of town but instead approached the danger, observing from quiet rooftops. For each rocket that took an arm from the enemy, their innumerable bullets shredded several soldiers.

Women ran through the streets. A mousey but heavy-chested brown-haired girl, barely old enough to smoke, was chased down by a pair of motorcycle thugs who stripped her and chained her to both bikes, one by each wrist, and made her run faster than I knew she could. I'll admit, seeing her firm body struggling to keep pace and getting her feet shredding on the forsaken gravel gave me a boner. Her breasts bounced wildly, almost falling behind her sides. I'm sure they were bruised simply by the force of their bouncing. They disappearance around a corner and reappeared around another, again and again in circles. They slowed down as she tired out until she could not run any longer. When her legs gave up, she was dragged full speed, screaming and crying in agony as her butt, belly, and breasts were all torn from her by the rough ground. they slowed down once more and a third biker slammed a broken rifle into her ass.

Men, women, and children were massacred by shotgun and fire.

Another young girl, who was smaller and had smaller boobs and shorter black hair that was tied back, was laid face down on a picnic table. Her elbows were bent under the sides and her hands were nailed up to the underside of the table. She kicked her legs wildly as a hideously masked man held her but firmly in place and 2 more held her arms.

The whole while, her whole family and some friends were held at gunpoint, watching several strangers- monsters- do this to her. The guy who nailed her palms stood and I saw his face was painted green, white, and black in a camouflage style. He waled around to hammer nails into her feet.

She was particularly skinny and resembled the letter "A" when spread out like that. The 4 men spoke to each other and man with his face painted pointed at the captive family, at which point they screamed and seemed to be pleading, though I couldn't hear what they said. The masked man walked slowly over and pulled out a very long knife, maybe a small sword, and stabbed each one to death, one by one. Even their strongest men weren't a match for this beast. I could vividly see the poor girl's red crying face and her whole body shaking wildly, especially her face shaking side to side and back and forth. Her crying and screams were unlike anything I'd heard. Her family's clothes were stained red with blood. Green, blue, and white shirts were defiled.