Agree

You nod your head. So much has been taken from you, what more could you possibly stand to lose by trusting her? The woman lead you to a nearby horse. She takes a blanket off its saddle and wraps it round you to offer some modesty.

“My name’s Rose by the way. Rose Dubois. You got a name? Well I guess you can’t really tell me, huh? How about for now I call you… Rosalína! Like that?”

You nod. Rosalína? More Italian than Spanish, but it would do. Rose helps you into the horses saddle, and together you slowly ride through the woods. As you ride, the world around you rapidly belongs to change, though Rose seems not to notice. Everything becomes blurry, like your seeing it from the window of a train, then suddenly the forest is gone, and you are surrounded by the arid plains and hills of the American West.

You continue to ride for the next half hour. The saddle is anything but comfortable against your naked ass. You ride comes to a momentary stop as along the road you see a grim sight.

A beautiful woman. Her breasts large and full, crowned with delicate yet pointed nipples. Her skin pale white. Her hips, well proportioned. Her long, wavy red hair flows down her back like a stream. Her ginger bush well groomed and well kept. This was to beautiful woman you saw swaying in the wind. Her lifeless body suspended from a tree by the noose around her neck. A piece of wood rests against her stomach, held up by some rope looped behind her neck in a similar fashion to a bikini top. On the sign was a single word painted in a red liquid, “WHORE”.