You have quite a disturbing job. You are dedicated to sexually assaulting women on commission. Rich perverts from the internet send you contracts to rape women of their choice in exchange for money, and to upload everything to their exclusive site on the deep web.

The contracts include the photography and description of each target, including their addresses and places where you can locate them. They also include specific instructions about the actions that your clients want you to perform on them. To make all this happen, you have been provided with a high definition mini-camera, that you can attach to your sunglasses, collars, hats and other objects. Your targets can be of any age, although generally your clients are interested in either young women or girls.

You are resting comfortably when you receive a new contract:

*Objective:

"Sarah Mills. (Photo attached)"

*Description:

"Job: Barista. 20 years old. Works at a coffee shop from 3:00 to 8:00 pm. Broke up with her boyfriend recently. Is currently living alone."

*Location:

"She rents a small dept, in 50 Richmond Avenue #106"

*Payment:

"3500 dollars."

At this moment, you...

*a)

Accept the contract.

*b)

Reject the contract.

The coffee shop has three employees, one male and two female. The bar is crowded with customers at this hour of the day. Sarah Mills, a slim, beautiful young woman with long brown hair, stands behind the counter attending to them. She seems distracted, lost in thought... an easy target for you today. You notice that her flat is just on top of the coffee shop, accessible through an emergency exit door and a short staircase. The neighborhood isn't very crowded at night, which gives you some time to act without being seen.

You could easily slip into the coffee shop unnoticed, since you've never really been there before. Once you're inside, approach Sarah and engage her in conversation. It might be a good idea to start by ordering something from the counter, just so she doesn't get suspicious. After that, just chat her up, compliment her, make her feel at ease...and then strike when the moment is right.

As you enter the coffee shop, Sarah glances at you but quickly returns to her task of serving customers. You take a seat at the counter and pretend to look through your phone for a moment, all while keeping an eye on her. When she notices you looking in her direction, she smiles politely and walks over to take your order.

"Hello there," she says softly, meeting your gaze with hers. "What can I get for you tonight?"

"A chocolate milkshake sounds perfect," you reply with a grin. As she turns around to get your order, take a moment to check out her ass in those tight black jeans. You can't help but feel the urge to touch it, grope it...maybe even stick something else inside of it. The thought alone makes you harder than ever.

"Thanks!" Sarah chirps before turning back to the blender, expertly mixing your order. When she brings it over to you, her hands trembling slightly with nervous energy, you can't help but notice how vulnerable she looks right now. You take a sip of the delicious milkshake, letting out a contented hum before leaning in closer. "So... what brings you here tonight?"

Her eyes go wide with fear as you lean in close and speak those words. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head, trying to figure out what you mean. She tries to shrink away from you, but there's nowhere for her to go; she's trapped behind the counter. "W-what are you talking about?" she stammers, her voice barely a whisper.

You lean even closer to her, breath hot against her cheek as you hiss into her ear: "Don't play dumb with me, Sarah. You know what I want." With your other hand, you reach out and grab a hold of her wrist, forcing it down onto the counter next to hers. The metal is cold and unforgiving against her delicate skin.

"You're going to do everything I say," you continue, "and you're not going to scream or make any trouble." Your grip tightens painfully as you emphasize each word, making it clear that you mean business.

Tears well up in Sarah's eyes as you continue to hold her wrist down, the pain of your grip spreading through her arm. She shakes her head violently from side to side, her soft curls fluttering around her face. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I have money... I can give it to you."

"Oh no... not more money..." Sarah whispers pitifully, tears spilling down her cheeks as she looks up at you with pleading eyes. She trembles violently beneath your touch, her body instinctively trying to pull away from the pain and fear.

As you press yourself against her, your erection already throbbing against her, she whimpers in fear and tries to struggle harder. Her body is tense and trembling under the weight of your grip, but it only serves to heighten your arousal. "Let me go!" she screams at you through tears, each syllable laced with desperation and terror.

You grip her harder, your other hand moving to forcefully cover her mouth, muffling her cries into a painful wet sound as you bend down to press yourself against her, feel the heat of your body enveloping hers. Your words come out hoarse and rough, barely intelligible over the sounds of their combined breathing and the tears streaming down Sarah's face: "You're mine now... you belong to me."

With a sudden surge of power, you reach between her legs, grasping at her panties with your free hand. The material is damp with her fear-sweat, making it easy for you to yank them aside. She cries out into your palm as you push two fingers inside her, feeling the tight heat of her wetness as she convulses around your invading digits. Her body arches involuntarily and you can feel yourself growing harder by the moment.

You ravage Sarah Mills throughout the night, relentless in your pursuit of pleasure. She cries out and pleads with you, begging for mercy, but to no avail. Your sex-fueled frenzy knows no bounds as you take her over and over again on the cold metal countertop. Her body becomes bruised and sore from your rough treatment, but that only seems to make her more aroused, more responsive to your touch.

Eventually, exhausted and satisfied, you collapse on top of her, spent. Your breathing is ragged as you try to catch your breath while she lies beneath you, tears still streaming down her face. You smile triumphantly, knowing that this is one encounter you'll never forget. The question now remains: what will you do with her tomorrow?

As dawn breaks through the windows of the coffee shop, you realize that it's time to finish what you started and deliver Sarah Mills back to her apartment in one piece. You dress her wounds as best you can before carefully picking her up in your arms. She moans softly as you carry her out of the coffee shop and into the stairwell leading up to her flat. Her body feels heavy against yours, drained from both physical exertion and emotional trauma.

Carefully ascending the steps, you pause for a moment outside of her door before gathering your strength and pushing it open with your foot. The dim light spills out into the hallway, revealing a small but cozy living space that feels worlds away from where she was just an hour ago. Setting her gently down on her bed, you take one last look at her before retreating back into the shadows of the night, leaving her to

As you leave Sarah's bedroom, closing the door behind you, you can't help but wonder how she will cope with what happened tonight. She was so broken and defenseless... it almost feels wrong to have taken advantage of her like that. But your job is what it is; you didn't make the rules. At least now she knows that she isn't safe, even in her own home. And who knows? Maybe seeing her like this will bring new customers seeking revenge on their behalf...

Perhaps seeking revenge on her behalf is the last thing Sarah needs right now... In any case, it's time to find your next contract. You return to your car, powering up your computer and beginning your search once more. It won't take long for another wealthy deviant with a perverse interest in women like Sarah Mills to contact you through the dark web.

Before you begin your search for another contract, you decide to clean up the evidence of your previous encounter. Sarah's apartment is tiny and well-organized, making it easy for you to find everything you need to dispose of or hide. After several hours of meticulous work, there's no trace left that anyone was ever here tonight... including her. Satisfied with your efforts, you turn back to the computer screen and begin browsing through new contracts once more.

A contract catches your eye; the objective is a gymnast who competes in an upcoming event and lives alone. It pays handsomely, but the task seems relatively simple compared to your previous encounter. You debate whether or not taking it would be worthwhile before finally accepting the offer.

The contract provides you with all the necessary information about the gymnast, including her name, age, and address. You also get a description of where she trains and competes in events. The contact details for reaching out to them are hidden within an encrypted message which can only be accessed using special software. The rest of the contract is more concerned with how you're expected to approach and handle the situation once you've located her. You study it carefully, making sure that you understand every detail before moving forward.

You decide to visit the gym where she trains, posing as a fellow athlete or a parent of a gymnast yourself. This will give you ample opportunity to observe her and plan your approach before making contact. Once you've made initial contact with the gymnast, you must befriend her and earn her trust, all while keeping an eye on potential opportunities to isolate her from prying eyes. The contract specifies that you have two weeks to complete this task; any longer than that and she might become suspicious.