You attempt to shatter Tyler's skull into thousands of tiny little pieces

Letting out an animalistic war cry, you charge forth. Barreling forward, Tyler's left surprised by your sudden outburst, eyes widening as he seems to regret his choice of action here. You give a right hook, fist smacking into the back of Tyler's head with an audible thud. He groans and nearly collapses atop Caoimhe, Tyler's cock now having slid even further into her.

"You son of a bitch! I'll tear your fucking head off!"

"That won't get my cum out of your girlfriend's pussy, dickhead!" Tyler growls.

You grab him by his hair, yanking it back. Chunks of blond locks are pulled out as he stumbles back, cock popping free from Caoimhe's pussy. Tyler lunges at you, hands grabbing your throat as he begins to squeeze, throttling the life out of you, his nails digging into your neck and drawing blood.

You, however, are far too enraged to care. You twist and ram your elbow into Tyler's stomach, causing him to groan in pain. As he's doubled over, you see your chance to cause some real pain, swinging your booted foot as hard as you can. The heavy boot smashes into Tyler's face, blood spraying forth as he's left stumbling backwards.

"Jack!" Caoimhe cries out.

You turn to look at her, still naked, now sitting on the floor, tears flowing down her cheeks. Your rage softens slightly, but it makes no difference. By the time you turn back to Tyler, he's grabbed whatever clothes he could and scampered out of the room. As the doors swing closed, you hear a promise of **** from the fleeing bastard.

"I'll fucking kill him. I'll cave his fucking head in with a pipe," you mutter, before turning to Caoimhe, who's already spluttering out apologies as quickly as she can get them out of her mouth.

"I'm so sorry," Caoimhe says. "I betrayed you. I just... I fucked up so badly. They kept pressuring me and bullying me, and they blackmailed me. They made me do things to and for them, and I started to love it. I know you hate me. You probably want to scream at me and tell me to kill myself right now, and I deserve it. I won't ask you to forgive me. I'm not the girl you thought I was, Jack. I'm just a fucking slut."

"How the fuck could you do this?" you ask hesitantly.

"I'm dogshit, that's why.. You deserve so much better than me, Jack. I love you so much, you're so sweet and kind and passionate. I'm a fucking whore that doesn't deserve anything but to be used. I'm sorry. I know you won't, but... will you stay with me?"

"What?"

"I'll be better. I won't do this again, I promise. I'm so sorry I let this happen. No, fuck me, I'm being selfish and stupid. I'm sorry. I'll just leave."