Make a break for it.

Oh hell no!

Coming to the very obvious realization that being at the mercy of three sex-crazed vixens in the middle of a freakin' library of all places wasn’t exactly a ‘win-win’ scenario, you make like the wind and scatter!

Before the black girl could begin to instruct you in that sultry tone of hers, you suddenly break free of their already loose grip and make a beeline for the opposite direction.

Their faces are like blurs of both surprise and annoyance as you run away as quickly as your two legs can carry you.

“No running in the library!” one of them calls after you, but you pay her no mind.

Exiting out of the room, you enter one of the book-lined passageways and keep going.

Only seeing books on either side of your vision, you continue on and on until finally…

“Where’d he go?”

Instantly tensing up as you hear the steely voice of the black girl (evidently the one in charge), you instinctively take cover behind a nearby bookshelf.

“I thought I saw his cute little ass go that way.”

That voice sounded like it belonged to the blonde girl.

Damn, she was hot.

“Such a naughty boy. I guess we’ll have to punish him thoroughly before we bring up to Miss Parker.” That voice, however, sends a cold shiver running down your spine, especially with the way she uttered that word, thoroughly.

“Oh, he’s gonna regret running away from us, all right,” the black woman replied ominously, certainly not helping you feel better at all.

As if on cue, their collective footsteps all seem to now be converging upon your current location.

The click-clack of their heels only further puts you on edge, reminding you of two factors currently against you: A) they know the area better than you and B) they can cover more ground thanks to sheer numbers.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” the blonde’s seductive voice rings out from your right.

“No need to hide from us! We’re the least of your worries compared to what Miss Parker has in store for you,” the brunette taunted you from the other side.

Damn it, damn it, damn-

“Wait a second.” In the midst of your near breakdown, your eyes suddenly zero in on what looked like a cattle prod just laying across a reading table.

Unattended by the girls, the table was a few meters away, seemingly just ripe for the taking.

That was the good news.

The bad news was that leaving your cover would possibly put you in the sights of at least one of them, and if you couldn’t get to the weapon in time, well, perhaps that hypothetical would be best left unanswered.

So, you’ve got two options now: remain where you are or make a break for it.