Try to escape from Bo.

From Create Your Own Story

Now that he's longer clutching to your hair, you spring to your feet and dash in the other direction. You feel a strong pull on your back, but you push forward as hard as you can. The fabric of your shirt and skirt tears clean off in one motion as Bo tries to yank you back.

Stumbling forward in only your shoes and underwear, you keep pushing your battered body forward without looking back. Suddenly, a rock the size of a baseball whizzes by your right ear- You realize that Bo is throwing rocks at you and had just barely missed your skull. Without slowing down, you throw your arms over your head for cover and lower your body. Now uncovered, your milky breasts bounce up and down with each stride under your bra, with one bra strap hanging from your tender shoulder.

"Ahh!" You let out a painful cry as one of the projectiles connect with your left heel, causing you to fall over once again. You try to pick yourself up, but stumble over as an agonizing pain shot through the wounded leg. You flip over to meet your assailant face-to-face, who is now advancing towards you like a wild beast bearing down on an injured prey, his pants still unzipped, his eyes filled with menacing fury, and his right hand clutching to a large, rusty hammer.

"No! No! No! Please!" You burst into desperate tears as he swings down at you with the hammer. It connects with your temple with a cracking sound, causing you to fall over violently to one side. Still barely conscious, your last recollection is him pulling you along by the legs like a rag doll, your body dragging across the rocky ground, leaving a trail of blood from your skull.

Several days later, the county police finds your nude corpse in the wilderness, covered in bruises and scratches. Laying on your back with your head resting on a rock and your legs spread far apart, it was easy to tell from the darkening blood in your nether regions that you had been penetrated repeatedly in your vagina and anus. Your hazel eyes stare lifeless in a final moment of terror that has now passed. The blood on your head has dried into a dark blot. Your mouth, freshly decorated with a layer of bright red lipstick and glitter, hangs open helplessly with a dry streak of semen from the lips.

The police was able to collect the semen sample and determine Bo, a mentally unstable local man, as your rapist-murderer.

This is a gruesome end for you. Maybe you shouldn't have hitchhiked after all.

The End