[SHORT SUMMARY] Screw that, we're outta here!

[This series of chapters will establish similar events to the other path, but in a much briefer format. The slow burn path will be "official" when a shortened branch like this does exist.]

Something snapped in Penny.

"Fuck you both, fuck the world, I'm out."

Neither her father nor the AI argued.

Penny went upstairs and dressed quickly. She slipped out of her room's window, jumped the back hedge of her yard, and headed toward the street.

Mr. Travers burst out of the back door of his house, looking furious.

"Penny? What are you doing trampling my flower garden?"

"I-- Um, it looks fine." Penny was in the mood to defend herself, but she was confused by the strange accusation. She hadn't stepped on any flowers. "I argued with my dad and I need some alone time."

She tried to push past Mr. Travers, but he grabbed her upper arm. She lost her balance a bit and bumped into him.

Mr. Travers did not let go. He looked at Penny with a strange expression.

"You know, it's not easy to be a man my age. A man who the world has passed by. I have some old archives, relics that have never been connected to the internet, to meet my needs. But sometimes, a man needs more."

OH SHIT OH FUCK NO NO NO

Penny wanted to scream, but her thoughts couldn't connect to her mouth or body.

She felt like she was a different person as Mr. Travers pushed her onto the ground. All of her senses felt sharper but at the same time nothing seemed real. His hands were reaching up her shirt and pinching her nipples while his knee **** the rough fabric of her jeans painfully against her labia.

Where were her bra and undershorts? Had he removed them?

On second thought, one of them was tied around her mouth as a gag. When had he done that?

"Oh my god." He was almost breathless.

Then Penny was being carried into the house. The old man was surprisingly strong. He held her body down low and she could feel the tip of his erection through his thin sweatpants, hitting the bare skin of her midsection.

I have to fight back! I have to run!

But she couldn't. She couldn't even figure out how to try.

Mr. Travers threw Penny onto his couch. It was annoyingly dusty and the rough fabric served to emphasize her nudity.

When did he strip me naked??

Mr. Travers stared at her in hungry awe, savoring the moment. He reached toward his waistband with shaky, nervous hands.