Out of the frying pan...

In a normal, sane world, you would be escorted to somewhere from where you are able to return home safely.

In this barbaric dimension, the military guy seems satisfied to leave you as soon as a crowd begins to develop. Specifically, a whole bunch of women begin to crowd round you - evidently, you're outside some college dorm, or something.

Whilst women being taken advantage of is nothing special to see in this town, two offenders being brought back from their 'rehabilitation' is worthy of some attention. And so you are quickly surrounded by women murming and giggling and even taking photos.

He leaves you with some final parting gifts - he ties you and Penelope together with a long bit of rope, and then straps two new ballgags into your mouth, to prevent you from easily begging for release from the building crowd of onlookers.

And that's how he leaves you - in the middle of the road, naked, ****, bound to a near-stranger, and exhausted beyond belief.{if@ images > 2}

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-2% Self Respect

"Ripe for the picking." You hear one of the women mutter to another, and then the truth dawns on you - you will not be making it home tonight.

Your and Penelope's final assignment is simple - endure another 24 hours with whatever cruel man is the first guy to stumble upon you and decide to have some fun with the banquet that's been laid before him.

None of the women watching you will help you - they're just glad it's you, not them.

Everyone in this world is so horrible. You think to yourself.

And that's the thing that causes you to reach a complete and utter lack of desire to remain in this world for another instant.

-100% Dimension Satisfaction