Thrown onto the street

"I'm gonna say this once," he practically growls, crossing his arms. "Get. the. fuck. out. of. my. inn!"

"What..." you mumble, slowly sobering up. Is he going to... after all you'd...

"You heard me, slut!" He yells, giving you a sharp kick to the ribs. The blow shocks you back to reality as you sit up. Cum bubbles out of your used cunt as you stare into Victor's unforgiving eyes.

"But... I did what you wanted..." You whimper, shakily rising to your feet. "I... I... I served all those people..." You squeal as he roughly grabs your wrist, dragging you towards the exit.

"Did I fucking ask you to fuck the whole fucking room!" He shouts, his grip so hard you fear he will break your wrist. "I asked you to wait tables. You delivered two trays and then decided to have fun!" Fun? Is that what he thought that was?! "Not only did you lose my apron, but in the chaos, someone made off with my platter!" He brings you to the door, kicking it open. "I wanted a waitress, not a prostitute. Because, like I fucking said a HUNDRED TIMES... NO WHORES ALLOWED!"

"But-" You start, but are interrupted when he quite literally throws you onto the street. You hit the stone street with a thud, the gravel digging into your unprotected body. It is pitch black, the city barely bothering to light half the lanterns on this side of town. Before you can plead for mercy the door slams shut, Victor's curses dwindling as he retreats back into his inn.

Standing up, you try your best to cover up. Fear has an intense sobering effect, drowning out the cock-crazed nymph that had taken hold of your brain. This is exactly what you had feared would happen. Alone, in the worst part of town, completely naked and ****. The sounds of the night send shivers down your spine. Rustling from the darkness, the screeches of a cat, a yell from the distance, a bottle shattering in an alley. You are in danger and you knew it.

Your legs are still weak from the pounding you had received over the past... two hours? You honestly do not even know. It is a struggle to stand, let alone move. However, you **** yourself forward, down the dark street, into the uncertain night. A trail of semen drips out of your holes, breadcrumbs any vagrant could follow. With a body caked in cum, you are sure none would take pity on you. Alone and scared, you dread what the future holds...

There are a lot of directions this branch could go. I have two planned out (both bad ends for our poor Rosa) but I'd love to hear any suggestions in the comments. Additionally, if anyone wants to add onto this branch feel free as well! Finally, if you are enjoying this path I'd appreciate it if you gave this chapter a like and perhaps checked out my other stories!