He stared at their bodies, some dying others already dead, and felt nothing. They were the scourge of humanity and had sold themselves to him for a few dollars.
He'd see them standing on street corners, dressed provocatively and flashing fake smiles. There was a time when he didn't have to pay for a woman to service him.
The female prisoners of war he'd captured were used for one thing only, sex. They knew to refuse would result in painful often humiliating punishment. Day or night, soldiers could be seen raping and torturing women of all ages.
He smiled, remembering the sounds of their screams as they begged and pleaded for mercy. Once his men were done using them they were executed. Their bodies thrown into a mass grave.
His government was aware of what was going on in the camps, but looked the other way. The cabinet was anxious to be rid of the Dashamirr ethnic group. Their presence threatened the countries
racial purity.
Everything changed when an assassin's bullet to his right eye ended his military career. He now wore a patch over the eye to cover the empty socket. Shortly after the attack, U.N. troops entered his country and brought an end to the war.
He stopped his search when he found one of them still breathing. Her gaunt cheeks and bony frame aroused him. It reminded him of how powerful he'd once been. Her ribs stood out from her swollen belly. He was certain she didn't know who the father of the unborn child was.
Ignoring the stench in the room, he unzipped his pants. He kneeled down in front of her and placed his throbbing manhood inside her open mouth.