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 barista. You sigh, taking a look at the contract once again. A pity she's so damn pretty... But you don't really have a choice, do you? Better to take this one than not make any money today. So, you decide to accept the contract and head over to find her.

The coffee shop is empty when you arrive. The staff is cleaning up and getting ready to go home. It's still early enough that Sarah hasn't arrived yet. Perfect for you. You quickly slip into the dept, quietly opening the door without making any noise.

It seems like she has a pretty nice place, at least by your standards. There are two bedrooms and one small living room. Not much space to move around or hide stuff...

The bathroom is surprisingly clean and organized. You see Sarah's toothbrush on the sink and some feminine hygiene products in a small basket next to the toilet. There are no hiding spots here... unless she has something stashed away behind the wallpaper or under the floorboards.

You start to peel back the wallpaper around the edges of the bathroom. It's a surprisingly simple task and doesn't take long at all. Beneath it, you find a small panel with several buttons and a digital display. Huh? What could this be...?

The panel blinks and a low mechanical hum fills the air. A section of the floor nearby slowly slides aside, revealing a hidden compartment filled with clothes, books, makeup, and other personal items. Looks like Sarah has been using this as a secret hideout!

You grin, gathering up some items to use later as leverage against her. Once you're satisfied with your little stash, you close the hidden compartment and return to the living room. You need to wait for Sarah now...

You quickly search through Sarah's things and find her computer password written on a Post-it note stuck to the monitor. Logging in, you see that she has several private files with rather interesting names...

Intrigued, you open the files and find several videos and images documenting Sarah's private life. There are photos of her with friends, selfies, and even a few candid shots of her at work. You also discover that she has a secret crush on one of her co-workers... hmm, useful information to use against her later.

After waiting patiently in Sarah's living room for about an hour, you finally hear the key turning in the lock. She comes inside, looking tired but still gorgeous. Her expression turns to confusion when she sees you sitting on her couch. "Who are you?" she asks, clearly frightened.

You grin menacingly and stand up, revealing the hidden camera attached to your glasses. "I'm here for what you owe me," you say coldly, flicking through some of the photos from her computer on the display. "And I want all of it."

"N-no, please!" Sarah whimpers, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'll do anything you want! Just don't hurt me!"

You grin even wider and walk up to her, pulling off the camera's glasses. "Oh, don't worry," you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we can work something out." With that, you force her down onto the bed, pinning her arms above her head. Her pleas for mercy echo in your ears as you rip off her clothes, revealing her supple body.

With a low growl, you grab Sarah roughly by the hair and force her down onto the window sill. Her body trembles as you mount her from behind, pushing into her with brutal force. She gasps in pain, tears streaming down her face as she feels your hot breath on her neck.

You continue to thrust into her, taking what you came for while silencing any attempts at escape or protest. Her cries become muffled against the glass of the window, but they only serve to arouse you further.