The military arrives

She heard someone scream downstairs, a woman's voice. Her daughter's voice. Melody quickly pushed the pawn shop owner off of her, ripped her panties upward and tugged on her shirt, and bolted down tthe steps to be met with the steady, cold barrel of an M 16 **** rifle. The soldier looked her over, and motioned for her to continue down the steps. She complied, and was led into a hallway. Three more of them were there, waving M 16s. National Gaurd unit, she thought. Scared and mostly untrained.

She cringed as her daughter was hauled out into the living room before the team, six strong, of soldiers. Melody could just see her daughter passed the doorway. She stared into her daughter's milky, blue eyes. Surrounded by men, she was brazen in her lust; rubbing her firm breasts with one hand and rubbing her aching cunt with the other.

"Bravo zero-seven, we have one positive and one possible. Advise." the one behind said into a radio. Melody turned, a scowl on her face.

"Please...Don't kill my daughter. Please...please...." she said; a tear rolling down her cheek. Something squalked on the radio that she didn't catch.

"Ma'am...have you felt particularly hungry lately?" he asked.

"No." she answered, her hands shaking.

"Um...Have you felt...abnormally aroused...lately?"

"What the fuck kind of question is that?!? No!" she replied, her eyes flaring indignantly.

"Bravo zero-seven, update to one positive and one unlikely. Advise?" The young soldier stared into her eyes as the instructions were given to him. "Understood. Ma'am, come with me." he said, and hauled her to her feet. "Troops. Z-6". He said as he led her down the hallway.

"What does that mean? Z-6?" she asked, feeling his insistent grip urging her forward into the kitchen, and out the door. "Well!?!" she begged. The sound of **** rifle fire ripped through the house. Melody's blood froze. "...no.." she mumbled.

"I'm sorry miss. We...we have to." the soldier said, letting her walk into the yard. He hung his head and cursed to himself. Melody knew what they had done, but couldn't really accept it. She dropped to her knees, and sobbed. The soldier wanted to comfort her, but there was nothing he could say.

Just then, the shots of a very different gun rang out. She turned, as the soldier turned, to see the pawn shop owner emerge from the kitchen, a shotgun shouldered and smoking.