Guilt is stonger

Lea doesn't realize that you are loosening her handcuffs just for a few seconds before tying her to a drainpipe. This will keep her from trying to kill you. You quickly move to Gwen.

"No. Please. Not again." she begs, her soft brown eyes filling with tears once again.

"Don´t worry. It will not happen now."

You lead her close to Lea. Some duct tape fixes her hand to a steel post. "You should be able to free yourself in a few minutes Gwen."

Gwen's eyes focus on you. Suddenly you manage to talk to her. "I´m sorry. I never did something like that. I never hurt a girl. You should be able to free yourself within a few minutes after I'm gone." Hastily you leave the store. Your shoulder suddenly starts hurting again.

"Damn bitch." you think just before realizing she was just trying to help her friend. And she paid for it. You violated her, you humiliated her, but what remains of it. Guilt. No satisfaction, just this ugly feeling. Suddenly you here voices. You quickly hide in a small alcove. You can´t remember what has been here before everything collapsed. Now it doesn't matter.

A group of guys passes your hideout. Five in total. Their clothing is worn out, just like yours. But they also don't think that a visit to an abandoned clothing store might be necessary.

They approach the store you just left. What might they do with Gwen and Lea?

Of course you know that leaving would be the best idea. But there is more inside. Curiosity? No. Guilt? Not really. Kind of protective instinct? Maybe. You left the girls there. You should at least check out what is happening. As silent as possible you also approach the store.

"Look, what we have got here!" you hear one of the men declare. A screeching follows.

"Leave her alone, bastards." Lea seems to be back in this world.

"Don´t worry cunt. We´ll soon take good care of you." The men roar out with laughter. You feel the anger rising inside. Lea might need another lesson, but Gwen?

You realize the men are preparing to **** Gwen. She is thrown on her back, one man fixing her Hands on the ground, two more holding her legs in place.

The cold steel of the two pistols, your own and the one you captured from Gwen lays in your hand. Should you assist the girls?