Marina stumbled down the dimly lit street, her short skirt riding up to reveal a intimate landing strip that glistened in the pale yellow glow of the streetlights. She was wildly drunk, her vision blurred and her steps unsteady. She stopped to rest, leaning against a cold brick wall, her breath coming out in short, sharp puffs.
A car pulled up alongside her, the engine purring like a contented cat. The windows were tinted, but Marina could make out the silhouettes of four burly Caucasian men inside.
"Hey, gorgeous," one of them called out, leaning out the window. "Need a ride?"
Marina was too drunk to refuse. She nodded, her head lolling to the side. The man grinned, revealing a set of crooked teeth.
"Hop in, sweetheart," he said, patting the back seat.
Marina stumbled towards the car, her skirt hiked up even higher. The men whistled and catcalled as she climbed into the back seat, her legs splayed open.
As they drove, Marina dozed off, her head lolling against the window. One of the men took the opportunity to slip off her skirt, revealing her bare thighs. He showed his friends, making crude comments about her wetness.
"Look at that," he said, lighting a match to get a better look. "She's soaked."
Marina stirred, her eyes fluttering open.
"Hey, hey, hey," one of the men said, holding up his hands. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We're just giving you a ride."
Marina mumbled a protest, but she was too drunk to do anything more. The men exchanged amused glances, their eyes glinting in the dim light.
They took her to their apartment, where 15 more men were waiting. Marina was thrown onto the couch, her body limp and unresisting. The men started drinking, their laughter echoing through the room.
Marina was barely conscious, her mind fuzzy and disoriented. She could feel hands on her body, groping and grabbing. She tried to protest, but her words were slurred and unintelligible.
Twenty men roughly took turns having their way with Marina, their grunts and moans filling the room. Marina was barely conscious, her body numb and unresponsive.
When Marina finally came to, she found herself naked and covered in semen in the building's entranceway. Two young boys filmed her as she struggled to get up, their laughter ringing in her ears.
One of them even stepped on her exposed genitals, calling her a "slut" before walking away.
Marina, humiliated and violated, could only lay there, helpless. The boys laughed and walked away, leaving Marina alone and vulnerable.
Marina, defeated, passed out once again.
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