The Girls are your Playthings - You're done with the black-haired one.
From Create Your Own Story
"You filthy fucking whore," you say, and then you leave her there, naked and spluttering and sobbing.
The brunette - the one you left out here unconscious - is gone, and for a moment you worry she might have come to and gone for help. But then you see the owner of the gas station locking his boot shut. He gives you a thumbs-up, hops in his car and drives away.
Where to now?
