Not Good

I saw Cindy face down on the dirty locker room floor in her own vomit, while a guy is still fucking her ass and others are jerking off on her back.

"Get the fuck away from her!" I yell and rush over to turn her on her back and feel for a pulse. It's there, but weak.

"Call a fucking ambulance! Now!" I scream, tears starting to form in my eyes.

I pace outside of the hospital room where Cindy was and a second ambulance had taken me and the girls. I didn't even bother to put on any bottoms after earlier and I slap away Janice's hand from my dick. "Not now, Janice. Please." I plead, worried sick about Cindy. "But John, it's nearly your three hours..." She said looking down. Shit, had it really been that long? I looked around for a clock and saw that it was nearing afternoon.

"Mr. Doe, you can come in." I heard the doctor call for me. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Ji-Yoo, head home. Take Sarah with you and throw her in the basement." I tell her, my anxiety about Cindy starting to rise. "Janice.... could you come in there with me?" I ask. "John....of course." She says and holds my shaky hand.

"H-how is she?" I ask anxiously. "I'm sorry but she was deprived of oxygen for too long. She's suffered brain damage and some internal bleeding in her genitals during the ****. She's unlikely to recover. I did all I could do...." The doctor apologized and looked solemnly to Cindy's body.

I don't remember much of what happened next, just collapsing and bursting into tears. This was all my fault. I couldn't live with myself. I won't live with myself. Without a second thought, I quickly grabbed a chair, broke out the third story window and jumped.

[Bad ending]