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 photo shows a sweet looking girl with long brown hair and beautiful green eyes. She has an innocent expression on her face which makes you wonder how the rich pervs want you to rape her. You decide that before doing anything, it's better to go there and take a look around first.

You arrive at the coffee shop around five o'clock and immediately spot Sarah Mills behind the counter, carefully preparing drinks for customers. It's a bit early for her shift to start, but she seems to have come in earlier than usual today. The place is relatively empty right now; there are only about ten people sitting at tables or standing by the counter. You take a moment to study your surroundings and try to figure out how you can get Sarah alone without raising any suspicion.

You decide to be casual about it and simply walk up to the counter, pretending to order something. As she asks you what you'd like, you quickly flash your most charming smile and tell her that you think she looks familiar. You ask if they know each other.

Blushing slightly, she shakes her head and denies it. "No, I don't think so. You seem really nice though!" She looks at you with interest in her eyes, maybe even hinting that she might be interested in getting to know you better. This is your chance!

Without further ado, you take Sarah by the hand and lead her out of the coffee shop, past the confused expressions of some regular customers, and to your car, which is parked nearby. Once inside, you ask her if she'd like something to drink and then head towards your home. The ride doesn't take long since it's only a ten minute drive from where you live.

You pull up in front of your house and bring Sarah inside. She looks around with interest as you show her to the living room. You close the door behind you, making sure that there's no way for anyone to see or hear what happens next. "So, tell me more about yourself," you say with a casual tone, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot beside you invitingly.

You reach up to remove your glasses and reveal the mini-camera attached to it; ready to capture every moment of tonight's rape session.

Sam? Sarah blinks, trying to remember what you've just told her. "Oh! I think...I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood." She bites her lip nervously and takes a seat next to you on the couch. "Umm...what do you want to know about me?"

Her body is close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of her. It's time to begin the performance they paid so much money for.

"Really?" She asks curiously. "What kind of stuff?" Her eyes are wide with interest and surprise.

You nod slowly, taking her hand in yours and caressing it gently. "Yeah, some people like to watch me do things...sexual things..." Your voice drops lower as you lean closer to her, breath tickling across her ear. "They'll pay a lot of money for it."

She shivers slightly at your touch and the intimacy of your breath against her ear. "Really?" She whispers back, almost afraid to admit it out loud. You can feel the tension building up in the room as you both acknowledge this new level of depravity that's about to unfold between you.

You slowly lean in closer to Sarah, your lips brushing against her ear as you whisper, "Why don't we show them something nice, huh? Something special just for them..." Your hand moves up her thigh, causing her to gasp softly. She looks at you with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes.

Without further ado, you begin to kiss Sarah passionately, your tongue tangling with hers as she lets out a muffled moan into your mouth. Your hands roam freely over her body, slipping under her shirt and bra, cupping her breasts as you pinch at her nipples roughly. She arches into the touch, biting down on her lip in an attempt to stay quiet but failing miserably as she cries out in pleasure.