Get some answers.

You glance around. The only sound is the sound of the woman on the floor's light sobbing and the breath coming hard and fast from the woman on the table. Slowly, she slips her leg down and you catch a glimpse of her extremely wet pussy lips, before she begins to slide her panties up over her leg.

"Don't... move." You command suddenly, halting her action.

"You gonna shoot me? Or are you going to take her like I know you want to?" The woman's voice is slightly muffled.

Take her? The thought causes a throb to flow through your lower body as you look down at the woman on the floor. She's wearing the tattered remains of what look like a blouse and bra. No pants anywhere to be seen, but her panties are torn right up the middle, and sit around her waist like a belt. Her legs are drawn up, and you note her wet and reddened pussy. It would just take a second...

You fight the urge and look at the woman on the table evenly.

"I'm not... I'm not taking anyone." You speak evenly, not even sure if you yourself believe the words. "Who was he? Is he one of those psychos?"

"He's just a man." The woman on the table observes. "You're just a man. I know what you want."

"You don't know me." You object.

"Yeah? Well, I'll tell you this. Gunshots are going to attract attention. Soon. I don't really want to be here when they...mmmph..." She suddenly shudders slightly, as if something had temporarily possessed her. "So if you're going to do it, do it fast."

She has a point. Gunshots are absolutely going to attract attention. The question is whether or not you want to take advantage of the opportunity. You glance down at the redheaded woman on the floor, who seems to have done nothing but whimper.

"What about her?" You ask.

"She's... he opened my eyes." The woman on the table points towards the corpse. "She didn't even fight him. Just let him rape her. If you want her, she won't resist... But make it fast. When you're done, we'll just go. Can I put my pants on?"

The woman seems almost like she doesn't care about the woman on the floor at all. There's something wrong here, like you're missing something important.

You wonder if you should get some more answers, move on, or...

Your body throbs with need as you look down at the woman on the floor. Her sobs have stopped, and she's looking up at you with a fearful gaze. The words of the other woman seem to have awakened some kind of horror in her, and her eyes drift to your tented pants.