She doesn't realize it. The hateful glare she directs at the rapists is nothing more than foreplay to them. Already, the married woman has become as helpless as a fish, while the men grind their hips atop her, reveling in their conquest. Raped, discarded, picked up again, and raped once more—the cycle of rape never ends. Her face contorts in agony, while the men's faces burst with ecstatic grins. A shocking descent into the vortex of raw desire.