Yes. I am a monster.

From Create Your Own Story

After all you've seen tonight, you don't even feel human anymore. Maybe this is your way of coping with tragedy. Maybe you were always just a sick fuck, kept in check by laws and circumstance.

You press your hips forward, and sink your cock into the woman. She cries out, then immediately begins weeping. She's as dry as a bone, and it's a bit painful even to you. You rock your hips, pistoning in and out of her like a jackhammer, shaking her entire body. You keep waiting for her to get wet, but she doesn't.

Finally, you pull your cock free and spit into your hand. Cassandra lies still, crying quietly. You coat yourself with spittle and slide back into her. It's a bit better. You reach up and grab hold of one of those big fake tits, squeezing the nipple between your fingers. Cassandra cries steadily as you ram yourself into her, over and over again. You feel more and more angry as she weeps, but she's actually started to get wet. You jettison your load deep into her, and then pull free and stand up, surveying the wreckage. Cassandra curls into a little ball and cries.

You were so busy with the task at hand, you never even heard the front door. Was it smashed in? Did someone have the key? You don't even know who it was that hit you from behind, but the next thing you know you're lying next to Cassandra, fading into oblivion and bleeding profusely. The last thing you see is her face, screaming bloody murder as several arms reach down to scoop her up.

It's a bad ending, but it's what you deserve.