**Chapter 3: Descent into Darkness**

Maya's world had shrunk to a single, terrifying moment. The second robber's grip on her hair tightened, his fingers digging into her scalp as he forced her head down. His body began to move, his hips thrusting forward as he took her from behind, his movements brutal and relentless. The first robber, still watching with a twisted grin, moved forward, his eyes locked onto Maya's face as he positioned himself for the final assault. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back as he thrust forward, his body merging with hers in a violent, primal act. Maya's cries were muffled by the sound of her own heartbeat, pounding in her ears like a drum. Her body felt like it was being torn apart, her mind shattered by the sheer brutality of what was happening. She was trapped, unable to move or escape, as the two robbers used her body for their own twisted pleasure. The second robber's grip on her hair tightened, his fingers curling around her scalp like a vice. Maya's face was pressed into the bed, her eyes closed as she tried to block out the pain and the horror. But it was no use. The memories of the past few hours were etched into her mind like a branding iron, a constant reminder of her helplessness. As the assault continued, Maya's thoughts began to fragment, her mind shattering into a million pieces. She felt like she was losing herself, her identity crumbling beneath the brutal acts of the two robbers. Her body was a battleground, a war zone where two men were taking turns using her for their own twisted desires. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of the robbers' grunts and the feel of their bodies pressed against hers. Maya's soul was crying out for help, but there was none. She was alone, trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up. The second robber's body tensed, his hips thrusting forward as he reached his climax. Maya felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, her body and mind screaming for release. But it was no use. The torment continued, as the two robbers took turns using her body for their own twisted pleasure. As the assault finally subsided, Maya lay there, her body trembling with fear and pain. She felt like she was dying, her soul crushed beneath the weight of the robbers' brutality. The room seemed to spin around her, a blur of color and sound that threatened to consume her. In the distance, Maya could hear the sound of sirens, a faint hum that seemed to grow louder with each passing moment. But she couldn't move, couldn't respond. She was trapped, lost in a world of pain and despair, with no escape in sight.