Better Check this out.

You step forward, taking care to scan for motion. The voice becomes clearer as you advance through the debris and detritus.

Wait... that's weird, you note absentmindedly. There shouldn't be that much decomposition in just a couple weeks...

Shrugging off the thought you strain your ears to hear the conversation. It doesn't seem to be much of one, to be honest, more sounds of pleasure and sobs of anguish. It's coming directly from behind one of the old food stalls, looks to be a pizza joint or a former one.

"... See why she needs to be put in her place?" The male voice snarls loudly. He wouldn't be talking to himself, so that means that there's at least one other person present. Maybe another Romeo, maybe not. Whatever the situation, those sobs that you're starting to hear don't sound happy.

"...please... I'm... why won't you help me... Lea...?" You crouch behind the counter, peering carefully towards the swinging kitchen doors. The sound of skin on skin combined with wetness is unmistakable. Somebody is getting raped, right now.

Sounds like there's at least one other target in there besides the rapist. A sudden flash of arousal flows through you as you think about the woman in there, being held down and ravaged, and a slight urge crosses your mind to just ask if you can join in. After all, it's not like the guy in there has any moral compunctions about raping a gal as an example. You'd be an asset to any group...

You are shocked at the thought, but a certain sick pleasure runs through you at the image of getting laid right now. It has been quite a while, after all, and doesn't sound like she's fighting that hard...