Chapter 0: Isabella gets gangbanged by soldiers (Mindbreak, Gangbang)

"Motivation?" Isabella frowned. "Are they not paid sufficiently by my father? If so, I'm sure there are enough in the treasury to-"

"No," General Serrano interrupted. "I know these men, and trust me, their loyalty isn't bought with money. When your father and I picked these soldiers, we looked for a very specific type of men. You see, they don't believe in fighting for democracy or communism or anything, really. They believe in power. In strength. In absolute authority. We give them that here, then arm them, train them, unleash them. What they want is to feel powerful, and you can give that to them. The rest, money and promotions, will come after."

Isabella wasn't sure where this was going, but the General turned and moved towards the barracks, and she followed him.

Inside, the building was dark and cramped. It smelled like sweat and oil, and the only sounds were the low murmurs of the men, some speaking in foreign languages. Most were shirtless, and the few who were dressed had their sleeves rolled up, showing off their muscles. Some had scars, some didn't, but all looked dangerous, the kind of men who lived for **** and would enjoy a fight, a brawl, even a war.

A man walked in. He was tall and built like a brick house, with a shaved head and tattoos covering his arms and chest. He wore a black vest that barely covered his huge frame, and his eyes were piercing and cold.

"Lieutenant Santiago," Serrano greeted him. "It is good to see you again."

The Lieutenant saluted , then glanced at Isabella. He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her breasts and hips. She cringed, feeling him undressing her with his eyes.

"The Presidente was killed last night by guerillas. You are looking at the new one. She would like to see the... captives, a little demonstration of what drives your men."

"Of course, General," the Lieutenant replied, his voice a low growl. "Follow me."

Isabella walked behind him as he led them outside. She had no idea what to expect, but she felt uneasy, especially as the Lieutenant was now walking so close that she could smell his scent, a mixture of sweat and testosterone. Another thought nagged at her - when the Lieutenant heard of her father's ****, he displayed no emotions, not even a hint of surprise. It almost seemed like he already knew somehow.

They stopped in front of a row of huts, each with a thick wooden door and a small barred window. There were two guards posted outside, and the Lieutenant spoke to them quietly. Then, he turned to Isabella.

"We captured a small group of guerillas and had a bit of fun with them. You may not like what you see."

"I'm no stranger to war and its consequences," she assured him, though the pit in her stomach seemed to grow deeper with every passing moment.

The Lieutenant shrugged, then unlocked the door and swung it open.

The inside was dark and humid, and Isabella had to squint as her eyes adjusted. When she finally made out what was inside the hut, she let out an involuntary gasp.

There were four women, each tied to a post by their arms. They were either naked or had only scant clothes left on their bruised bodies, their clothes ripped and torn. They had been clearly ravaged repeatedly by the men, the room reeking of stale sweat and semen. The women were barely conscious, eyes glazed over.

Isabella was horrified, her stomach twisting into knots. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her hands began to shake. She stumbled back, her knees buckling.

The Lieutenant caught her before she hit the ground. He held her tight, his body pressing against hers.

"It is alright," he growled. "I have you."

His touch was rough and strong, and she struggled to leave his grasp. But his arms were like steel bands, holding her in place.

She looked up at his face, his cold, emotionless eyes staring down at her. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek, and his erection pressed against her thigh.

"Let me go," she gasped, trying to push him away.

He looked at General Serrano.

"You didn't tell her about this part, did you, General?"

"Not yet. It seemed more expedient to simply demonstrate."

The Lieutenant grinned, a wolfish grin, and Isabella felt a chill run down her spine.

"I like it," he rasped, his hands sliding up her thighs. "She will, too."

"Stop this!" she snapped, pushing him away. "Let me go, you animal!"