In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis

I grit my teeth and growl under my breath. I clench both guns more tightly, causing them to shiver. This is no excuse for rape. I trusted him. I looked up to him, and he looked up to me. And here he is, half-erect penis exposed with the intention of thrusting it in Twilight for a reprieve of lust buildup. I thought I knew him. Now I see who he truly is. I can't trust him. Not after this. Not ever again. As a matter of fact, he doesn't deserve to live.

I shoot him in the head with the Glock, the supersonic ammunition effortlessly cracking his head wide open in an instant. Blood, brain matter, and bone fragments decorate the pavement behind him, whilst the area under the gaping wound pools the blood leaking from it. His erection swiftly collapses immediately thereafter.

He's dead. Artyom is dead. By my hand. I suppose he'll receive due punishment in the pits of Hell.

I let the guns weigh my arms down as I exhale. Both guns slip out of my hands to make way for a folded liner lock knife, which I take from within my boot. I then flip it open and begin cutting Twilight's bondage, starting with the hoof binds. "I'm so, so sorry, Twilight. I don't know what's gotten into him." She remains mostly still as I cut the fabric in two, allowing me to finish before she moves. After the hoof binds come the wing binds, then the blindfold, and finally the magic suppressor. With almost every restrictive item stripped from her, she gets up and removes the gag herself. I step back and fold my knife.

She turns around and looks up at me. "I..."

I kneel before her to get within earshot of her lowly utterances.

Tears begin to pool and stream downward along her cheeks. "I-I really can't thank you enough for stopping him.." She takes a deep breath as she wipes away the tears. She then jumps to me and gives me a hug, which I swiftly return.

She ends it herself after a brief few seconds, steps back, and gets another good look at me before walking off.

"Goodbye, then," I utter lowly.

She stops immediately, turning her head slightly. "Goodbye." She then resumes her path elsewhere. Where specifically is beyond me.

Ending 3: Watchdog