Jump out of the moving truck.
From Create Your Own Story
I gotta get out of here. You thought to yourself. Good thing this truck's passenger seat doesn't have any seat belt to hold you down.
In one swift motion, you throw the passenger door open and hurl yourself out of the moving truck. Carried by momentum, your petite body hits the rocky dirt path hard and barrel-rolls a few yards. You quickly pull yourself up, knees and arms bruised and scrapped, dizzy from the jump, and covered in dust from head to toe. About 50 feet up the road, the truck pulls to a stop and the driver side door flies open. You quickly turn around and begin to run the other way, but a trip over a large rock causes you to stumble over into a hilly slope face-first.
You force yourself up despite the pain and begin to crawl on all fours. The dust in your eye prevents you from seeing and forces you to feel your way forward with your palms. Suddenly, a sharp pain in your scalp causes you to squeal as your head is viciously yanked back by your short brunette hair.
"And here I thought you were a nice gal." Bo snarled, his tobacco-filled breath rushes up your nostril, making your stomach turn. "I was just trying to be nice and show you where I live, and all you can think about is getting away from me. All you self-centered skanks are the same."
"No...I wasn't..." You begin to sob in a trembling voice.
"Do you hate me!!?? Do you think I'm disgusting??!!" Bo's enraged roar cuts you off as he yanks your hair again like a leash. "Do you think you can just mock me and go on your merry little way, you little skank!!?"
"N..no...no, please..." You squeal again at the pain and begin to tear up with a stutter, your body freezes up and trembles uncontrollably like a wet puppy. His sudden outburst startles you so much that you begin to feel urine trickling into your panties. Your tears clear some dust away from your eyes and you can see the menacing glare of a demon directly at you. "I..don't...I don't hate you...Really, please...don't hurt me..."
"Then why did you jump of the truck?"
You open your mouth, but couldn't think of an answer. Your hesitation seems to trigger him yet again.
"You're lying to me, you lying little whore!!" He leans his face, twisted with madness, into your own dusty pretty face and bark like a mad dog. The suddenness of this second outburst causes your bladder to lose control as the warm urine erupts into your crotch. You begin to cry as the pee forms a large, dark stain in your skirt and runs down your exposed thighs, soaking up the dry ground around your legs.
"Look at you, you dirty little whore." He growl at you mockingly while glancing down at you humiliating yourself. "You probably get off on pissing yourself like this, don'tcha?"
"Please...don't hurt me..." With tears streaming down your dusted face, you repeat your previous plead with a whimper. "I don't hate you, I promise."
"Then prove it." Seemingly not quite convinced, he glared at you with those wild, menacing eyes before throwing your head forward violently.
"How...do you want me to do that...?" Still on the ground, you gaze at him with teary hazel eyes, hoping to detect some mercy.
He quickly unzips his old, faded jeans. A large bulk of flesh whips out in front of you with a pop. You now realize with dread how he wants you to "prove" that you don't hate him.
What do you do now?
