>>36819607
>Write-in.
"I wanted to go for a shower, but I didn't want to wake you."
"So I decided to take a small walk, clear my thoughts and decide to do what I did."

>>36819607
>Deny, deny, deny. He must've been dreaming, you've been here all night.

>>36819635
>>36819607
Actually, changing that to
>Write in
"I went to get some birth control, I didn't know how far I wanted to go with you, but I wanted to make sure."

>>36819607
>You had an errand to do.
oh god did we ever learn how to lie

>>36819607
>You had an errand to do.

>>36819607
>You had an errand to do.

>>36819607
>>You had an errand to do.
I had to dispose of some garbage

>>36819663
This

>>36819607
>Write-in.
Went to take a walk, and get some birth control pills.

>>36819663
>>36819607
That seems believable.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Errands:
>>36819670
>>36819693
>>36819705
>>36819745

Birth control:
>>36819663
>>36819747
>>36819757
>>36819758

Time for gaslighting!
>>36819662

1 - errands
2 - birth control

>>36819607

Supporting >>36819663

>>36819843
too bad we didn't actually get any BIRTH CONTROL

>>36819856
>>36819843
Fuck, I'm always too late

>>36819843
The dice are fixed, there's no other explanation. The dice gods are horny and the dice are loaded for lewds. Seriously, this is like the third time the dice went for the lewdest option.

>>36819861
We can just say you picked up some on the way home/had some already.

>>36819871
Don't worry, you won anyway.

>>36819861
We're a testtube assassin. We probably don't even have a menstruational cycle because that shit would make us useless for several days each month. We're probably sterile.

>>36819970
You have a menstrual cycle, but no PMS symptoms.

>>36819970
word of OP is we can have babies naturally
babies will be horrible mutants though

>>36819970
QM already made it clear last thread that we can have children, but they'd all be various levels of fucked up.

>>36819978
That's convenient.
Are we synced up with Vera?

>>36819888
Gotta counteract players wanting to wait for marriage or female QMCs would never get any. Unless with a grill.

>>36819978
Now that's a Mary Sue trait I'd wish I had. No cramps or pain or whatever?

>>36820052
A small minority of women (I think like 10-20%) do not experience cramps, pain, or emotional swings at any point in their menstrual cycle. Jane is among them.

>>36820073

Thanks, science.

"I went out to get some, uh..." you purposefully blush, letting your cheeks turn a rosy pink, adding that little extra bit of believability to your lie. "Some birth control. I wasn't sure how far I wanted to go with you, but I wanted to be safe if we... you know."

Kevin gives you a look, a sort of appraising lust clear in his gaze, but then his brow furrows. "You grabbed some of your guns, though. I remember that."

You giggle girlishly, acting embarrassed. "Sorry. It's just late, and I can get a little bit paranoid at times." You lean over into him, nibbling on his earlobe. "Don't worry, I didn't wind up having to shoot anyone." You let your fingers run across his body, feeling his chest through his shirt, distracting him with all sorts of tantalizing promises.

He's somehow difficult to distract, however. Probably because you've already done it tonight. "An assault rifle, though? Really?"

He's like a dog with a bone, he's really not letting this go.

>Say you went to the range to clear your head and think things over.
>Yes, really, an assault rifle. Does he have a problem with that?
>Distract him with sex.
>Write-in.

>>36820107
>Yes, really, an assault rifle. Does he have a problem with that?

Let's see him respond to that, wise guy.

>>36820107
>Yes, really, an assault rifle. Does he have a problem with that?
Why do you hate freedom?

>>36820107
>Write in
"Kevin, we had a bunch of thugs come in the middle of our date."
"Remember the remarks they had about me? Remember how they could have followed us home and waited for me outside the house?"

>>36820107
>Yes, really, an assault rifle. Does he have a problem with that?
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU COMPLAIN THERE IS NO GOOD POINTS TO THE PERSON.LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!

>>36820073
Cheeky bastards.

>>36820107
>Just come clean.

>"An assault rifle, though? Really?"
Shit man, this is just too good.

>>36820107
>Yes, really, an assault rifle. Does he have a problem with that?
it's not as if we took a minigun...

>>36820107
>Yes, really, an assault rifle. Does he have a problem with that?
There were drug dealing gangers after him, and they might have come after us. Of course we brought an assault rifle.

>>36820107
>Yes, really, an assault rifle. Does he have a problem with that?

I was taught to always value security. (aka, fake a crazy upbringing, which isn't really fake)

>>36820107
>>Yes, really, an assault rifle. Does he have a problem with that?
You don't go on walks with an assault rifle? It's almost like you're begging for someone to steal your purse, Kevin.

>>36820150
This

>>36820216
Twist the truth, but never (well...) lie!

Yeah, what, I carry an assault rifle for self-defense, you got a problem with that, bitch?
>>36820126
>>36820146
>>36820154
>>36820197
>>36820214
>>36820216
>>36820255
>>36820263

I was scared. Scared... of gangbangers.
>>36820150
>>36820259

Tell the truth:
>>36820172

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>>36820312
The assault rifle is my security blanket. Deal with it.

>>36820312
"Kevin, it's completely reasonable for me to have an assault rifle for self protection."

"So what about that pipe bomb you made with-"

"Oh my god just drop it Kevin you're not my mom! You're making such a big deal about nothing!"

>>36820336
"And you're my sexy blanket."

"Yes, an assault rifle. Really." You snuggle into him a little, pouting, your lower lip protruding (what you know to be) cutely. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"It seems like a bit of overkill. I mean, it's not like you can carry it into a store."

"I didn't want to say anything," you say, letting your hand fall into his lap, coming to rest on his thigh. "But those guys at Caggliano's kind of spooked me. They seemed the dangerous type, the sort that might follow a girl home or something. And besides," you continue, rubbing against his body like a cat against a leg, "I was taught to always be prepared."

He pauses, uncertain. "Your parents were kind of gun nuts, then?"

"Oh, I was raised by worse than gun nuts," you say, smiling, glad that he's finally turned the conversation away from your recent murder spree. "It was pretty crazy, back... before. I learned a lot, though, and it's why I can live alone like this, so I'm not too mad about it."

"It's not a sore subject, is it? Your parents, I mean?"

"It's fine," you say. "Just don't go spreading that stuff around school like the latest gossip."

"I won't. You mind if I go take a shower, babe?"

>No, not at all.
>I'd prefer if you stayed here and snuggled some more.
>Er, wait a second, let me go get some things out of the bathroom first.
>Write-in.

>>36820550
>Er, wait a second, let me go get some things out of the bathroom first.

>>36820550
>>Er, wait a second, let me go get some things out of the bathroom first.
might want to grab our toothbrush

no telling how long he'll take

>>36820550
>>Er, wait a second, let me go get some things out of the bathroom first.
Leaving him wondering what could be so important for a girl that just gave him a blowjob while topless then let him eat her out to get out of the bathroom. Just tell him "feminine hygiene" and he'll nope on out of that.

>>36820550
>Er, wait a second, let me go get some things out of the bathroom first.

>>36820550
>>Er, wait a second, let me go get some things out of the bathroom first.
Didn't we leave our blood covered sweater in there?

>>36820550
>Write-in.
take one with him
i'm sure we can keep his attention away from the bloody clothes

>>36820685
I'll second that, because I want to see the world burn.

>>36820685
>>36820721
I third this, because friends don't let friends watch the world burn alone.

>>36820550
>Er, wait a second, let me go clean up the bathroom first.

Let me go retrieve the blood-stained sweater that's a pretty blatant sign of my recent murder spree:
>>36820597
>>36820602
>>36820608
>>36820614
>>36820628

Let's shower together:
>>36820685
>>36820721
>>36820729

>>36820550
>>Er, wait a second, let me go get some things out of the bathroom first.
We don't want him thinking we just dump our dirty clothes anywhere

>>36820749
you shouldn't call it a murder spree
we just killed them before they killed us
it's really a lot closer to self defense

>>36820771
Fine, clean up evidence of our self-defense spree.

>>36820771
Pre-emptive self defense.

>>36820815
Self-defense implies we didn't start the fight, and we most certainly started the fight there.

>>36820815
It wasn't in SELF-defense, it was in BOYTOY-defense

>>36820875
thats the joke

>>36820875
No, they brought the fight to us at the diner

You're suddenly reminded that you left your dirty - bloodstained - clothes in the bathroom, and you sit upright. "Oh, sorry," you say, chewing your lip with an affectation of nervousness. "I need to get some things from there first. Then you can go shower, okay?"

"Uh, sure," he says, leaning back against the head of the bed, flicking back on the TV and starting to channel surf. You scamper off to the bathroom, and you can practically feel his gaze on your naked back as you walk away.

Everything's still where you left it, so you grab your clothes and ball them up, careful to hide the bloodstain on the sweater in the middle of the wad, and head back out, still almost completely naked. You flash him a quick smile as you pass his line of sight again. "Bathroom's clear," you say, as you head to your washing machine to get started on this load.

Getting rid of blood stains is a bit more complicated than just "toss it in the machine," however, so you have to sit down with some appropriate household chemicals and really scrub them in before you feel safe throwing the sweater in the machine. Honestly, you should probably burn them anyway, get rid of the evidence... but after Kevin is gone. It would be rather odd if he saw you burning clothes now.

It's closing in on time for school already, you realize with a sigh. Your time to cuddle with your boyfriend is coming to an unfortunate end, and you go and get dressed. Eventually Kevin slips out of the bathroom, hair wet and shirt sticking to him in all the right ways. You barely manage to avoid jumping him right there.

"So, um," he says, scratching his head, "are you going to be driving me to school or what?"

>Of course.
>Of course. We can even have a little fun in the car.
>No. Walk. You need the exercise anyway.
>Write-in.

>>36820923
>Of course.

>>36820923
>>Of course. We can even have a little fun in the car.
One hand on the wheel and one hand proving we know our way around a 'stick shift'

>>36820923
>Of course.

>>36820923
>Of course.

>>36820923
>>Write-in.

>"I don't know; What are you willing to do for me?"

>>36820923
Of course

>>36820923
>No. Walk. You need the exercise anyway.
Saudi's sabotaging Russia or not, gasoline ain't cheap.

>>36820923
>Of course.

>>36820923
Of course.

>>36820923
>>Write-in.
We do whatever we normally do. If we drive, we drive, if we walk, we drag Kevin along, if we transform into a magical girl and fly, then why not.

>>36820923
>Of course. We can even have a little fun in the car.

Yes.
>>36820947
>>36820962
>>36820986
>>36821017
>>36821049
>>36821059
>>36821078

Yes, and give him a handie
>>36820955
>>36821114

Boytoy needs to do something for his mistress if he doesn't want to walk to school:
>>36820987

Walk, bitch, walk.
>>36821045

>>36820923
>>Of course. We can even have a little fun in the car.

"Yeah, of course," you say, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before heading to your closet to get dressed. "Just let me get dressed and we can go."

Your first day in school now that you and Kevin are an Official Couple is positively wonderful. You can sit next to him without worry, hold his hand, eat lunch with him, and generally monopolize his time. He seems a bit uncertain about the amount of time you're spending with him, but apparently decides to chalk it up to the newness of the relationship and doesn't want to ruin the opportunity to get blowjobs from a smart, pretty girl who clearly likes him.

When school is over, he heads home to his parents, waving you goodbye. You skip to your car and drive home, happy as a clam. When you get home, you burn the clothes you wore on your murder spree and slowly dump the ashes into the toilet, bit by bit.

At school the next day, Kevin isn't there, and you're suddenly anxious. A quick phone call to him in the middle of a break reveals nothing. You're getting genuinely worried, now.

>Call his family, you know their number.
>Wait for school to end, go to his house.
>Go to his house, now.
>Write-in.

>>36821335
>>Wait for school to end, go to his house.
Probably got picked up for questioning.

>>36821335
>Go to his house, now.
For fucks sake Kevin, you had ONE FUCKING JOB.

>>36821335
>Call his family, you know their number.

>>36821335
>Go to his house, now.

>>36821335
>>Call his family, you know their number.
>>Wait for school to end, go to his house.
He's either been kidnapped or is just ill. Either way, drawing undue suspicion on ourself would be bad. We need to wait till the right time so people don't ask US questions

>>36821335
>Go to his house, now.

>>36821335
Call his family. Just acting like a concerned little girl isn't going to draw suspicion. Sometimes the most irrational choice is the best one.

>>36821391
>>36821499
Seconding.

>>36821400
This.

Call
>>36821391
>>36821499
>>36821565
>>36821400

Check on him, now
>>36821389
>>36821399
>>36821483

Check on him after school
>>36821384

>>36819970
> useless for several days each month

Uh, if anything you'd be a better murderous assassin with then without.

Also seriously, do you really think women are just disabled five days out of 28? Short of women that get very bad cramps, for most it's barely noteworthy.

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>>36821609
>if anything you'd be a better murderous assassin with then without.

>Implying assassins need to be crazed and murderous to do their job right

You're thinking about serial killers. Assassins need to stay cool and sharp.

>>36821642
I'm not disagreeing with you, but is that picture applicable? It's barely a shit stirring post.

>>36821678
Not him, but it's either shitposting or full retard.

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Moving on to gangers kidnapping our minion/infatuation interest...

You quickly enter Kevin's family's number into your phone. "Ms. Jackson?" You ask, voice bright. "This is Jane, Kevin's girlfriend." You put a really bubbly inflection into that last word. "I'm sorry, but is Kevin there? He's not at school right now, and I was worried he was sick."

There's a pause. "Um, no, Jane, he's not here," his mother says. "He should be at school. He left just this morning. Is he skipping again? Oh, that boy..." she practically growls over the line. "Thank you for calling me. I'll have a talk with him when he gets home."

You worry that you've gotten your boyfriend in trouble with his mother, but you're even more worried that something has happened to him in the meantime. Goddammit, you killed eight people to prevent EXACTLY this sort of thing! Some people are going to experience a great deal of bodily harm if they've laid a finger on your boyfriend. "Oh. Well, thank you for your time, Ms. Jackson. Have a nice day!" You hang up, quickly, fingers tapping nervously on your arm.

The bell rings. You need to get to your next classes, don't you?

>No, fuck that. You're finding your boyfriend and you're hurting everyone who has even touched him. You need to get him back, now.
>You don't have any leads. Just go through classes, maybe get some information from his friends.
>Write-in.

>>36821733
>You don't have any leads. Just go through classes, maybe get some information from his friends.

>>36821733
>You don't have any leads. Just go through classes, maybe get some information from his friends.
Skill and grit win fights, planning and intelligence win battles.

>>36821733
>You don't have any leads. Just go through classes, maybe get some information from his friends.

>>36821733
>You don't have any leads. Just go through classes, maybe get some information from his friends.

Hopefully the kidnappers will call us so we can do the Taken speech.

>>36821733
>>You don't have any leads. Just go through classes, maybe get some information from his friends.
Once we get sufficient information or find out they don't know shit, we can fake being ill and skip out to plan.

>>36821733
>You don't have any leads. Just go through classes, maybe get some information from his friends.
I want to save him, but what the fuck are you going to do? You're a coolheaded assassin, not some gunslinger. Wait until you know where to go.

>>36821733
>>You don't have any leads. Just go through classes, maybe get some information from his friends.

>>36821772
>Taken speech.

All of my yes.

>>36821733

>You don't have any leads. Just go through classes, maybe get some information from his friends.

>>36821733
>You don't have any leads. Just go through classes, maybe get some information from his friends.

You want to get out there and hurt these people... but you don't know who they are, exactly. The most likely source of problems is Marco's people. Could one of them have recognized you, maybe? Or made the leap to Kevin being responsible, given that his debt was brought up the day before Marco got killed? It's also possible they're just looking to get the money they're owed, on behalf of their late employer.

You ask around, among Kevin's friends. Fortunately, you've made it quite obvious you're his girlfriend, and you're clever and good enough with people to easily coax the information you want from them. Names, locations, times... if you're going to be making an assault, you know where to make it to do the most damage possible to these fucks.

After school, you drive home, planning on preparing for a major strike, and you notice a car with three young Hispanics male in it across the street from your house, and pull around the corner before they notice you. You remove your pistol from the glove box, checking it and flicking off the safety.

>Try to sneak around into your backyard from the house behind yours.
>Ram your car into theirs, then start shooting.
>Go to your house, hope they don't start shooting right away, get inside and take advantage of your superior knowledge of the terrain.
>Write-in.

>>36821950
>Try to sneak around into your backyard from the house behind yours.

>>36821950
>Try to sneak around into your backyard from the house behind yours.
Pistol is good, rifle is better.

>>36821950
>Try to sneak around into your backyard from the house behind yours.

>>36821950
>Try to sneak around into your backyard from the house behind yours.

>>36821950
>>Try to sneak around into your backyard from the house behind yours
We need better weapons.

>>36821950
> Take advantage of racial profiling and call the cops, worried about a bunch of latino gangbangers watching your house.

>>36821950
>Try to sneak around into your backyard from the house behind yours.

>>36821950
>Try to sneak around into your backyard from the house behind yours.
Gain the advantage first. They don't know you're there yet.

>>36822029
why didn't anyone else think of that?

No wait
>>36822051
Combine this (my previous vote)

>>36822029
with this. Call the cops when you're inside.

>>36822029
This might implicate us or Kevin in the murder though.

>>36821950
>Walk up to their car and tap on the window.

You want to know where boyfriend is. These guys are the best lead you have. If they want to start something when they are on a public street, you can shoot them while they are in the car.

>>36822101
tap window with pistol?

>>36822145
Maybe with fingertips to start. Could just walk up and show them the gun right away, though. At least establish that whoever reaches for a gun first dies, that tends to take the starch out of a group.

Sneak around:
>>36821976
>>36821989
>>36821993
>>36822002
>>36822022
>>36822046

Call the cops:
>>36822029
>>36822054
>>36822063

Direct confrontation:
>>36822101
>>36822145

Ugh, shit.

http://strawpoll.me/3210352

>>36822223
>http://strawpoll.me/3210352
None of the above? What's wrong with waiting in the house for them to make their move?

>>36822244
That would be "lure them into the house," but slower.

>>36822254
Not really? What that *would* be is the difference between starting shit and not starting shit, which is a big deal in the eyes of the law.

Let's get them inside. We need information and they are the closest thing we have to a lead. On the other hand, we don't want a gunfight here, too close to shitting where you live.

>>36822269
"Lure them inside" means "open a window and turn on the TV."

You drive around the block, coming up to the house directly behind your own and clambering into their backyard, pistol in the back of your jeans. Another quick pull-up, and you're in your own backyard.

From there, it's a matter of grabbing all the best stuff you can find. Unfortunately, that was your only IED, so you can't exactly just pull another one out of thin air, but you've got a nice assault rifle that will be almost as good. Sometimes you wish it was easier to get your hands on a rocket launcher, but alas, America is not quite that libertine about firearms.

With your hands clenched tight around your assault rifle, and having set up an excellent kill-zone, you flick on the TV and open a window.

It takes less than a minute for them to come in, breaking open your front door with a loud crash. You're annoyed at them for this. First there'll be cleaning up any blood, then there will be replacing the door... it's such an obnoxious affair, all in all. Only two sets of footsteps - the third must be the getaway driver.

It doesn't take long before one of them walks into your kill zone, and you aim down your sights, invisible to him, and pull the trigger. He goes sprawling on the ground, screaming as he clutches at his wounded legs, his gun skidding across the floor, far away from him. The second man rushes up, and he's in your sights too, now...

>Shoot him as well, interrogate them when he's wounded.
>Reveal yourself, order him to drop his weapon and kick it away.
>Write-in.

>>36822284
Maybe get undressed a bit, flash some underwear, make them think a defenseless girl is inside and get complacent.

>>36822332
>Shoot him as well, interrogate them when he's wounded.

>>36822332
>>Shoot him as well, interrogate them when he's wounded.
That third one must still be in the car.

>>36822332
>Reveal yourself, order him to drop his weapon and kick it away.

You've got the drop on them but better not to do anything you can't take back yet. Also, it's your house and you are the one that has to clean it up.

>>36822332
>Shoot him as well, interrogate them when he's wounded.

>Reveal yourself, order him to drop his weapon and kick it away.

>>36822332
>Shoot him as well, interrogate them when he's wounded.
In fact, go ahead and kill him. We'll interrogate the guy who's wounded and unarmed.

>>36822332
>Reveal yourself, order him to drop his weapon and kick it away.

Bang bang bang (but not like that):
>>36822354
>>36822359
>>36822406
>>36822484

"Put your hands in the air like you just don't care!"
>>36822394
>>36822449
>>36822508

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>>36822332
>>Shoot him as well, interrogate them when he's wounded.
Our safety is priority.

Also, collect weapons while they writhe on the ground in pain before shooting the driver. Once he's been dealt with, interrogate the survivor. We might need to shoot them a few more times to convince them to talk.

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We're killing again. I fear for Kevin's dick after we find him.

>>36822626
Pelvic bruising and rope burns?

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>>36822626
It will be ridden raw, and then we'll peg him when he can't use his dick anymore.

>>36822663
Who is tied with the rope? Us or him?

>>36822688
Kevin is, /tg/ always tops

>>36822332
It would have been better to order him to drop his weapon given we now have a rep, but no, we're gonna do the dumb thing that leaves evidence and obliterates any chance of plausible deniability.

>>36822704
What plausible deniability? They crashed into our house, everything we did was in self-defense.

You open up on Numero Dos, and he goes to the ground as well. "Throw it away," you order, gun trained on him. He considers for a second, then tosses his gun, the thing flying far away from him. "We're going to talk now, understand, pendejos?" They both nod, though you can tell they're unpleased at this turn of events. "The fuck are you doing here?"

"We got orders, puta," one of them spits. "Go after Kevin's girl. Stupid little slut, you've got no idea what you're fucking doing."

"Shut up, fuckwit," you say, and his voice stills. "Where's Kevin?"

"I don't fucking know," he says.

You exit the little fortress, moving around to them, and kick him in the face, hard. "You sure about that, cabrón? Because if you don't know, then I've got no reason not to ventilate your skull." You turn to the other one. "You know, maybe?"

"Yeah! Yeah, I know," he says, and the other one gives him this venomous look, which you respond to by stamping a boot down on the side of his face, grinding it into the ground painfully. "He's at this warehouse up past 20th and MLK. Please, please don't kill me."

>Get their buddy in the car to come in and drag them out to the car, have him drive you to his destination.
>Just leave them here. They can't walk right now, but they'll probably drag themselves out of the house sooner or later.
>Kill them both, kill the one in the car, drive away.
>Write-in.

>>36822758
>Get their buddy in the car to come in and drag them out to the car, have him drive you to his destination.

>>36822758
>>Get their buddy in the car to come in and drag them out to the car, have him drive you to his destination.
Meatshield time pendejos!

>>36822758
>Kill them both, kill the one in the car, drive away
These three were going too kidnap us if we were not as trained as we were what do you think they would do once they had us

>>36822682
>>36822702
You'd think we could power-bottom at least once.

>>36822808
Well, you did suck him off before doing anything else...

>>36822799
>Get their buddy in the car to come in and drag them out to the car, have him drive you to his destination.
>>36822799
We can kill them once we get to the warehouse, but we might as well use the guy in the car to remove them from our house.

>>36822758
>>Get their buddy in the car to come in and drag them out to the car, have him drive you to his destination
>>36822799
Dude we just shot out two of the dudes' legs and the other guy will have a gun against his head, how do you think it's going to end?

>>36822758
>Get their buddy in the car to come in and drag them out to the car, have him drive you to his destination.
THEN we kill everyone for hurting him

>>36822758
>>Get their buddy in the car to come in and drag them out to the car, have him drive you to his destination.
We don't want to leave evidence for the cops at our house, and we don't want the boys at the warehouse to be suspicious.

>>36822808
/tg/ is tsundre for and bends over readily to Games Workshop

>>36822758
>Get their buddy in the car to come in and drag them out to the car, have him drive you to his destination.

>>36822758
>>Get their buddy in the car to come in and drag them out to the car, have him drive you to his destination.

Get the guy in the car to do it for you:
>>36822776
>>36822794
>>36822817
>>36822823
>>36822825
>>36822842
>>36822900
>>36822943

Bang bang bang (not like that):
>>36822799

You glance out the window. The getaway driver is still there, nervously glancing at your house, uncertain about what he should do. You don't think he's armed, but there's no sense in being irrational. You drag both of them towards your front door, then open it, pointing a gun at their heads. "Tell him to come here," you order. "Tell him to come here or you die."

"Felipe!" The more compliant one is the only one who actually does it. You stomp on the back of the other one, meaningfully, and he joins in the chorus. "Come on, man! We need you over here!"

Felipe comes up, and you point the gun at him as soon as he comes past the door. He has this, "oh, fuck," look on his face.

It takes a bit of effort to get them all dragged into his car without making a scene on the street, but fortunately you have a garage that connects directly to the house. They're ziptied in the back and Felipe is your driver for today, your assault rifle on your lap, your pistol never wavering from pointing at him. "We're headed to 20th and MLK," you tells him, and he swallows and nods, starting the car and driving.

The warehouse itself is... quite sparse. Two guards? You killed more than that in a single stabbing yesterday.

"This wouldn't happen to be a trap, is it, Felipe?"

"No! No, ma'am!" He's clearly terrified, and if it is a trap, he doesn't know.

>Blow his stupid brains out and open up on the two guards with the assault rifle. Just kill your way back to Kevin.
>Order him to run over the guards.
>Write-in.

>>36822539
>Bang bang bang (but not like that):

>>36822953
>Bang bang bang (not like that):

You're just waiting to say
>Bang bang bang (like that)
later, aren't you?

>>36823042
>Order him to run over the guards

>>36823042
>Order him to run over the guards.
DYNAMIC ENTRY!

wait.... are we.... are we playing a yandere?

>>36823042
>Order him to run over the guards.
always make a good impression when meeting new people

>>36823070
Not really. This is pretty standard action movie stuff, just with the genders reversed.

>>36823070
No, just a violently protective girlfriend.

>>36823042

Cold-cock Felipe, take his gun (if he has one), then ice the guards. Dude's a bit of a wuss, and probably will run into the wall instead.

If we do go with option #2, make sure we wear a seatbelt.

>>36823042
>Order him to run over the guards.

>>36823042
> Zip tie his hands to the steering wheel and take the keys from the ignition before setting out on foot.

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>>36823070
No. Just a capable and proactive female.

>>36823042
>>36823116
This
Zip ties. And no over the top insanity.

Ramming speed, Felipe.
>>36823059
>>36823065
>>36823089
>>36823115

Handle this yourself:
>>36823108
>>36823116
>>36823142

>>36823042
>Write-in.
Tell him to park out of sight, THEN shoot all three of them and leave them in the car. You need to be methodical about this.

>>36823116

I like this. Voting.

"You're going to run over those guards for me," you say, gun trained on him.

"No, no," he says, shaking his head, terrified.

"Yes, yes," you say, voice smooth, silky, calm. "Or you can have a new pair of holes in your head. Which will it be, Felipe?"

The two in the back are quiet. Felipe, for his part, closes his eyes, hands trembling. You press the pistol up to his chin, threateningly, keeping your grip tight, just in case. He guns it, aiming for one of the guards, the tires spinning fast and hard, car squealing. At the last moment, he twists the wheel to the side, clearly trying to avoid the guard - but the guard jumps to the side at the same moment, and gets painfully crushed between the wall and the car, dead instantly. You flick your gun around, popping two quick shots off in the other guard.

Felipe's crying, weeping, in the front seat. "Oh, fuck," he says, and then he starts speaking very quickly in Spanish, you think praying for forgiveness or something. Catholics. You reach over and take the key out of the ignition, your other hand aiming carefully at Felipe the whole time.

>Shoot Felipe and the other two, then head inside, guns-ablazing.
>Ziptie Felipe to the wheel and head inside, guns-ablazing.
>Write-in.

>>36823204
this is what happens when I run errands...

>>36823264
>Write-in.
Slit his throat and then head in, no need to waste supplies.

>>36823264
>Ziptie Felipe to the wheel and head inside, guns-ablazing.

>>36823264
>Both options are guns ablazing
I thought we were an assassin. We haven't been acting like one.

>>36823264
>>Ziptie Felipe to the wheel and head inside, guns-ablazing.
I think we should become a crime boss. We need minions.

Also, take the keys to the car.

Why is he a gang-banger if he's a devout catholic praying for forgiveness.

>>36823294
This quest basically operates on action movie logic as far as violence goes, don't question it.

>>36823264
>>Ziptie Felipe to the wheel and head inside, guns-ablazing.
No need to kill him.

>>36823264
>Shoot Felipe and the other two, then head inside, guns-ablazing.
He tried to avoid him. He knew what would happen.

>>36823264
>>Ziptie Felipe to the wheel and head inside, guns-ablazing.


>>36823295
The same reason army chaplains exist. Religion is not opposed to murder as long as you say your sorry afterwards.

>>36823264
>Ziptie Felipe to the wheel and head inside, guns-ablazing.

Kill Felipe:
>>36823286
>>36823350

Don't kill Felipe:
>>36823292
>>36823295
>>36823295
>>36823325
>>36823382
>>36823405

New minion! First step is to make them believe they can't go back. You're the only one who can stand to look at them anymore.

You pull Felipe's hands onto the wheel, zip tying him in place and removing the keys from the car. "You're lucky you hit that guy anyway," you say, voice cold. "Otherwise you'd have to beg for forgiveness in purgatory right now."

"Bitch!" The little shit in the back yells. The other one tries to roll away from him, just in case you try to shoot him, but you're already headed inside, assault rifle in hand and at the ready. You kick open the front door.

There are just a couple of them inside, already coming to the front, guns in hand. You blow them away before they can do anything besides fire wildly. One of the bullets hits your stomach, but you're wearing a vest so it doesn't penetrate, just leaves a nasty bruise. You stalk through the building, following the sounds of soft, male sobbing - which you strongly suspect is Kevin.

And, in fact, it is. Kevin is duct taped to a chair, a trail of blood coming from his left hand and splattering on the concrete floor, a blind fold over his eyes, a knife at his throat from the man you strongly suspect to be his torturer. The torturer presses the knife closer, a little trickle of blood emerging. "Stop right-" his brains splatter beautifully on the wall behind him. Kevin pisses himself, the acrid smell of urine reaching your nose easily, piss drip-dripping through the chair he's sitting on and lading on the floor, mixing with the blood from his hand wound. A deeper glance suggests he's lost a couple fingernails. His face is bruised and cut in a half-dozen different places.

>Write-in.

>>36823264
>Shoot Felipe and the other two, then head inside, guns-ablazing.

we are leaving witness' alive? the more people who can link what we are doing back to us the worse its going to be in the long run.

>>36823522
Look for something to bandage his wounds.

>>36823522
>Take off his blindfold
"So Kevin... I haven't been entirely honest with you..."

>>36823522
Stroke his face, kiss his cheek and whisper about how it'll all be alright now.

>>36823522
Untie him. Blow up building and walk away unharmed with a great shot of the explosion behind us.

>>36823522
tell him everything's going to be ok and
look for something to fix his wounds

and take one of the guys pants to change him
(we'll keep his in a plastic bag or something)

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>36823522
It's time for a witty one-liner
DICE ROLL GO!

1. Don't get a-head of yourself
2. Heads up!
3. Look at me! I'm Robbespierre!

>>36823616
Fucking diceroll had to pick the shittiest one

>>36823522
>Dial 911, leave the receiver on Kevin's lap
>Kill the witnesses
>remove evidence that anything happened in our apartment
>Rush over to the hospital

Keep the blindfold on. Wrap up his hand and other wounds, untie and lead him to car. Have Felipe drive us someplace safe.

Ignore the shit-talking of the clowns unless they get violent.

>>36823522
>Stroke his face, kiss his cheek and whisper about how it'll all be alright now.

>>36823522

>"Kevin, you're lucky I like your abs"

>>36823632
This

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>>36823648
I think you mean he has killer abs

>>36823693
Getting real sick of your shit, Horatio.

Aftercare:
>>36823548
>>36823576
>>36823592
>>36823637
>>36823641
>>36823648

Murderhobo:
>>36823579
>>36823632
>>36823668

Admit the truth:
>>36823568

>>36823742
someone should have wrote "Aftercare and ride his dick" as an option

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>>36823742
>Aftercare

It official, our bedroom now loos like this.

OP is an edgy government assassin movie faggot

>>36823803
What's so bad about aftercare?

>>36823812
I don't see anything wrong with that.

>>36823803
...we own a dog now?

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>>36823812
Eh, I was trying to make a funny but I've been drinking. Hence the shit spelling and grammar.

Don't worry, I don't drink and vote. I just drink and make implications. In fact, here's one:

The MC knows a hundred ways to kill a man with her bare hands. Or even Kevin, if she needs to.

You pause for a moment, listening for any sounds of life, but there's nothing other than Kevin's heavy breathing. You move over to him, stroking his cheek with the back of your hand, squatting down in front of him, kissing his cheek ever so softly before speaking. "Everything will be okay, now, Kevin. I'm here. I'll keep you safe." You pause for a moment before asking the question on the top of your mind. "How many were there?"

He swallows, his head lolling back. "I- I think there were three. The, the guy with the knife, and the other two."

"Okay. I'm going to go find you some bandages, okay, sweetie?"

"Is, is that you, Jane?"

"Yes," you say, already heading off. As it turns out, there's a first aid kit practically around the corner, and you take it back over to Kevin, carefully bandaging the wounds on his hand, cooing softly and trying to keep him calm. "Can you walk?" You ask, looking up at him. He nods, dumbly. You gingerly untie his arms, and hook his good arm around you, helping him to limp his way around.

He pulls up his blindfold only a little bit after you untie him, catching sight of the splattered brains on the wall, his torturer dead. He offers a grim smile. "Yeah, that's fucking right, you piece of shit," he says to the corpse. "That's what you fucking-" he breaks down into a fit of coughs.

You half-carry Kevin outside, his weight pressing down on you several times when he loses his balance. He gets the passenger seat; you sit behind Felipe, gun pointed at his back, the other two gangers pushed up to the side, wrists and ankles still zip tied together.

>Write-in.

>>36823920
Scold him a bit for making bad business decisions.

>>36823920
explain to the gangbangers how unhappy you are, and what they can do to make you less unhappy.

>>36823920
>sorry boys. Looks like you're out of tr job.

>>36823920
Tell them to drop you off a few blocks away from the nearest hospital. After that, relay a message to whoever's in charge of these goons: forget about Kevin.

Break the leg of one of the guys not in the dirvers seat just to show you mean business.

>>36823920
Drop Kevin off at our house, then add some more zipties and make them drive off of a pier.

>>36823920
>>36824005
This

>>36823920
drop kevin at our house, then prepare a good old car accident

the cops will think it's just about betrayal, and that everyone involved is dead

>>36823920
"I'm going to kill your boss now, Felipe. You've helped me kill his men, so it's in your interest that I succeed. Tell me exactly what I can expect on the way over".

>>36823893
>a dog

...sure. A dog.

>>36824059
Well, I don't see what else that cage could be for. A cat? A lizard?

>>36824059
We're still in the middle of training him, but he should be a fine, obedient one.

>>36823920
>Felipe gets to live to go crying back to his abuela for forgiveness at his misconduct.
>The cooperative one gets a pass: this time.
>The uncooperative chico in the back seat gets one last chance before we blow his brains out.

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If we want to do felipe a solid for cooperating, give him something to make it look like he resisted.

We can even let him pick which fingers.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Kill these guys:
>>36824010
>>36824049

Firmly persuade these guys not to come after you:
>>36824005
>>36824035

Kill their boss:
>>36824055

Let them go, more or less:
>>36824103

Fuck it.
1 - Make a strong, logical argument that they should fuck off.
2 - Make an irresistible argument that they will never bother you again.

>>36824005
This. No>>36824005
need for more useless homicides.

>>36824225
Too late, hombre.

looks like we kill them all

>>36824256
Damnit captcha.
Fucking avacado matching game.

>>36824276
There goes our last bit of plausible deniability.

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After all this murder and torture, at least Kevin cn take solace in getting laid.

Hard.

"Okay, Felipe," you say, reaching forward and cutting his hands free before tossing the key in his lap. "Take us back to my place. You can let yourself in, right, sweetheart?" You turn your attention to Kevin.

"Uh, yeah, I should be able to. What about you?"

"I have to speak to these three alone," you say, smiling with all your teeth. "Then I'll come back home," you continue. Felipe swallows. The uncooperative one starts cussing you out, but it doesn't matter.

Once Kevin is safely out of the car, you have Felipe drive you over to the coast, a quiet area with a nice little cliff overlooking the water. You get out, forcing Felipe out with you, and then put him in the back seat, zip tying him up as well, a malicious smile on your lips the whole time.

"You were going to kidnap me and take me to be tortured, weren't you?"

"Yeah," says the uncooperative one. "No less than you deserve, you psycho bitch," he says.

You just smile, tilting your head. "Just checking," you say, before getting back in the front seat and putting a brick on the gas, jumping out of the car a moment later. The car goes careening over the side, slamming into the water, sinking down to the bottom almost immediately. You watch, dispassionately, gun at the ready to send anybody who surfaces to a watery grave.

After ten minutes, none of them have surfaced.

Job's done.

You walk for about twenty minutes before calling a taxi and having him take you home, your guns hidden in a duffel bag.

When you get there, you find Kevin half-naked in your bed, hands awkwardly held over a bruise on his side, the television on to some random channel.

>Have hot sex with your boyfriend. He deserves a little "pick me up."
>Ask Kevin if he wants to go to the hospital.
>Just cuddle next to him.
>Write-in.

>>36824392
>>Have hot sex with your boyfriend. He deserves a little "pick me up."

>>36824392
>Ask Kevin if he wants to go to the hospital.
if he says he's fine
>Have hot sex with your boyfriend. He deserves a little "pick me up."

>>36824392
>Ask Kevin if he wants to go to the hospital.
Guy got his fingernails ripped off, he needs to get that checked out.

>>36822808
That's what I was originally thinking when I asked.

>>36824392
>Have hot sex with your boyfriend. He deserves a little "pick me up."

>>36824392
>Ask Kevin if he wants to go to the hospital.
Sex can wait, nigga's hurt.

>>36824392
>Write-in.
ask him if he's ok, then shower+massage
then cuddling?

>>36824392
>Have hot sex with your boyfriend. He deserves a little "pick me up."
+
>Oh god I was so worried, emotions emotions and a bit of crying

>>36824392
>Have hot sex with your boyfriend. He deserves a little "pick me up."

>>36824392
we'd need a cover story if we take him to the hospital, so until we figure one out,


>Have hot sex with your boyfriend. He deserves a little "pick me up."
or at least get his dick wet somehow.

>>36824392
Ask him if he's ok and if he wants to go to the hospital. If he answers he's ok we fuck him. We fuck him hard, so hard the memory of us having to be some kind of assassin becomes fuzzy and deniable because his hormones demand he fuck us more.

>>36824392
>Ask Kevin if he wants to go to the hospital.

>>36824392
>Have hot sex with your boyfriend. He deserves a little "pick me up.".

Can we try to pretend that murder doesn't get us off?

>>36824507
I understand the words, but the sentance doesn't make sense.

Personally, I'll take lady murderboner over yandere possesive.

Bang bang bang (just like that)
>>36824425
>>36824426
>>36824441
>>36824456
>>36824463
>>36824466
>>36824494
>>36824507

You need to go to the hospital:
>>36824434
>>36824442
>>36824496

More aftercare:
>>36824453

>>36824572
>Bang bang bang (just like that)
I KNEW IT!

>>36824392
>>36824426
Gonna support this one.

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>>36824565
But anon, don't you realize? They're that possessive because they get murderboners. Yanderes *love* killing people, but have a psychological need to justify it. The justification can be all kinds of flimsy and petty in the worst cases, but they feel they can't just murder absolutely anyone they feel like.

Besides, in the minds of most people "messing with my lover" is good enough justification to beat the pulp out of someone. Yandere's just kick that up a notch or five.

>>36824649
It could be the violence, or it could be the battered and bleeding condition of out partner.

Or both . But we probably know we're not mentally 'normal' compared to other people. I just don't want us to be fly-off-the-handle crazy and jealous.

>>36824649
I'm pretty sure 'they tried to kidnap us' is good enough to get the six today.

So, what are we going to do about the 6-16 other people 'employed' by Marco?

"Kevin," you say, pulling off your shirt, tossing it aside, sparing only a glance to the blood splatters of those two would've-been kidnappers. Kevin's attention turns to you as you get on the bed, practically crawling towards him, kicking your shoes off over the side and hooking your socks with your toes, pulling them off as you get closer and closer to him. "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

He pauses, breathing a little heavily, holding up his bandaged hand. "Do you think I need to? I mean, I got my fingernails ripped off, but you bandaged them and shit already."

"Probably not right away..." you purr, hand coming to rest on his shoulder. "I used disinfectant. You can wait a day or two without any problem, I think. You should get it checked on eventually, but it's probably best to wait. You don't want to be linked to... well, you know."

He nods, quiet, eyes trailing down from your eyes to your body as your hands slowly make their way down his body, gently tracing the shape of his chest. "After that, you want to...?"

"I think you deserve a little pick me up," you say, hooking one finger around his waistband.

He doesn't offer any resistance as you put his cock inside yourself, and it seems to fill you up, the warmth drawing into your body. He's alive because of you. He's safe because of you. It's an exotic, exhilarating intoxicating feeling of power that mixes with the physical sensation of you bouncing up and down on top of him, his good hand playing with your breasts, occasionally leaning down to kiss him, your tongues making sweet love inside your mouths. You have to slow down here and there, when he winces from his bruises or cuts being set off by the speed that you're bouncing on top of him, but he's plenty eager anyway, and you're enjoying yourself.

>(1/2)

When he erupts inside you, his cum coating your insides with his sticky seed, you practically orgasm yourself from the sensations, before lying down on top of him, his cock still inside you. He winces for a moment, but you move around, avoiding the tender spots, and get ready to fall asleep. His good hand comes up, resting on your shoulder, and he falls asleep soon thereafter, his cock still buried inside you.

You wake up, your insides sticky, your lover breathing softly beneath you. You let your hands trail across his body for a bit before getting up. You collect one of the morning after pills you bought, taking it immediately. They're expensive, but you really, really wanted him, and you couldn't exactly ask him to put on a rubber in his condition. That'd be unfair. Besides, you liked it better that way.

You walk to the shower, still naked from last night's lovemaking, taking your time, running your fingers down south and cleaning yourself out there, then letting cleaning become something more, getting yourself off on the memories of last night, of offering Kevin your virginity, of the feelings of power and love and protectiveness all mixing together in a euphoric concoction. When you walk out of the shower, you're calm, serene.

>Fix him breakfast.
>Set up an excuse for him with his mother.
>Go cuddle with him some more.
>Write-in.

>>36824649

It's more of a power thing. Power over the schucks we just offed, power over keeping the idiot, trouble-magnet boyfriend safe. Heck, if he wasn't a total personal responsibility disaster, he's be of no good to the MC.

>>36824811
>Set up an excuse for him with his mother.

>>36824811
>>Fix him breakfast.
>>Set up an excuse for him with his mother.

>>36824811
>Fix him breakfast.
>Set up an excuse for him with his mother.

>>36824811
>Fix him breakfast.
After all he has been through he needs us to take care of him.

>>36824811
>Go cuddle with him some more.
>Fix him breakfast.

>>36824649
>Yanderes *love* killing people
No, that's a serial killer. Yanderes love someone to the point that it becomes an unhealthy obsession, and have no sense of right or wrong, so they see murder as a perfectly acceptable solution. To put it another way, serial killers kill for the sake of killing, while yanderes kill to remove an obstacle.
It's the difference between hunting because you find it entertaining, and hunting because you need to put food on the table.

>>36824811
>Set up an excuse for him with his mother
We think about this while
>Fix him breakfast.

We're the ideal waifu. Cooks, cleans, fucks, kills your enemies, what more could you want out of a girl?

>>36824811
>>Fix him breakfast.
>>Set up an excuse for him with his mother.
we need to take care of him and fix the problems we caused, then
>Go cuddle with him some more.
might as well suck his dick while we cuddle and he eats our food.

>>36824811
>Fix him breakfast.
>Set up an excuse for him with his mother.

>>36824811
>>Fix him breakfast.
>>Set up an excuse for him with his mother.

>>36824811
>Set up an excuse for him with his mother.
So how are we going explain the missing fingernails

>>36824811
>Set up an excuse for him with his mother.
This first, she must be worried sick

>>36824924
I don't know, how are you?

>Fix him breakfast.

>>36824944
He was attempting to cook and had an accident that means we no longer let him in the kitchen

>>36824944
Buffalo wrestling gone horribly wrong.

Excuses, excuses.
>>36824852
>>36824924
>>36824938

Breakfast in bed. Also excuses.
>>36824853
>>36824859
>>36824891
>>36824906
>>36824911
>>36824922

Fix him breakfast:
>>36824865
>>36824874
>>36824960

You head to the kitchen, putting on an apron - naked apron! You hope he thinks it's as sexy as you do! - before setting to work. You're more familiar with the health-focused contents of your pantry and refrigerator than he is, so you're able to make a nice, real breakfast, suitable for a young man who's been through what Kevin has. Bacon, eggs, buttered toast, a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice... he needs a big meal, with what's happened, and you're just the woman to make it.

You come back to bed, the plates balanced on a breakfast tray, and gently put it on top of him before sitting down next to him. His eyes slowly blink away, his nostrils flaring at the smell of food. "Dig in, lover boy," you say, sweetly, your hand running across his chest. "One other thing, though... we need an excuse for your mother as to where you were all day and night."

He shrugs. "I'll just tell her I was partying. I've done shit like this before." You give him a look. "Not recently," he says, looking guilty. "Back when I first got into... you know, the party scene, I was less controlled, I'd lose track of time and shit."

"And your hand? And the bruises and cuts?"

"I dunno. I got in a fight with some guy, and lost. Basically true, anyway." He eats for a while, and you let him, just watching as he slowly makes his way through the meal you prepared, occasionally thanking you or stating it's delicious. Then his brow furrows suddenly, in concern. "Oh shit. We did it raw. Are you... was it safe?"

>What if it wasn't? What if you got me pregnant already? What would you do?
>Don't worry, I took the morning after pill this morning, it's fine.
>Write-in.

>>36825220
>Don't worry, I took the morning after pill this morning, it's fine.

>>36825220
>>What if it wasn't? What if you got me pregnant already? What would you do?

HERE WE GO!

>>36825220

>Don't worry, I took the morning after pill this morning, it's fine.

>>36825220
>What if it wasn't? What if you got me pregnant already? What would you do?
>Don't worry, I took the morning after pill this morning, it's fine.
You love and want his children, just not yet.

>>36825220
>>Don't worry, I took the morning after pill this morning, it's fine.
>> Mischievously ask what he would do if we did get pregnant.
It keeps happening.

>>36825220
>What if it wasn't? What if you got me pregnant already? What would you do?
>you'll marry me, right?
tease him to the max
uh, tell him the truth before he faints or runs away tho

>>36825220
>>What if it wasn't? What if you got me pregnant already? What would you do?

>>36825220
>>What if it wasn't? What if you got me pregnant already? What would you do?
You got us preggers Kevin, what do?

Nah, we're messin' with ya.

Seriously though, if you knocked us up, would you run out or stick with. We've dated you for just a couple days and stuck by you despite your problems.

>>36825220
>What if it wasn't? What if you got me pregnant already? What would you do?
Turn this into a scolding about responsibility. End goal: have him give up on his drug habit and party lifestyle.

>>36825220
>What if it wasn't? What if you got me pregnant already? What would you do?

You have to be careful about shit like this man. Pussy is good, but ya gotta be careful or it'll bite you in the ass.

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>>36825308
So...

>>36825220
>don't worry

>>36825349
>Pussy is good, but ya gotta be careful or it'll bite you in the ass
Giggidy

>>36825220
>Don't worry, I took the morning after pill this morning, it's fine.

>>36825220
>Don't worry, I took the morning after pill this morning, it's fine.

We're fine.
>>36825240
>>36825268
>>36825383
>>36825430
>>36825432

Tease him:
>>36825266
>>36825276
>>36825285
>>36825298
>>36825300
>>36825308
>>36825349

Don't worry. But seriously. What if?
>>36825279

"What if it wasn't?" You purr, and there's a look of pure, stark terror on his face. "What if you got me pregnant already?" You rub your belly through your apron. "What would you do?"

He swallows, audibly, focusing his attention on his food, chewing it to buy time. "I, uh," he says, when he finishes. "I don't know. Shit. I mean, I'm just - I figured this was some phase you were going through. Fuck knows why a girl like you would like a guy like me. If you got pregnant, I- I guess I'd take responsibility. I don't know. Shit. We're fucking young. Look, uh," he reaches for his pocket, then sighs. "Shit. They stole my wallet when they grabbed me. Tossed it in the garbage after taking the money. You should - I mean, it's still early enough, you can grab some Plan B, it, it can be okay-"

You lean over him, kissing him on the forehead. "It's fine, Kevin. I already took it. I just was curious how you'd react."

"Oh." He laughs. "Fuck. Scared me." He hunches forward, eyes flickering to his groin. "I- I told them where you live. When they were torturing me. You... came up. I'm sorry. Shit." He puts his good hand over his eyes. "Sorry. Shit. Shit. I'm so sorry. It just, it hurt, so much, and I was terrified, and I just couldn't do anything but tell them what they wanted to know."

>It's okay. Torture is very effective at making people talk. I don't blame you.
>You fucking traitor! I saved your life, and you sold me out!
>If you hadn't told them where I lived, I might never have found you.
>Write-in.

>>36825538
>If you hadn't told them where I lived, I might never have found you.

>>36825538
>If you hadn't told them where I lived, I might never have found you.

>>36825538
>If you hadn't told them where I lived, I might never have found you.

>>36825538
>If you hadn't told them where I lived, I might never have found you.

>>36825538
>>If you hadn't told them where I lived, I might never have found you.
Hug him. I hear hugs have been making things better since Ruby Quest.

>>36825538
>It's okay. Torture is very effective at making people talk. I don't blame you.
"Really amateurish work though. definitely third rate"

>>36825538
>>If you hadn't told them where I lived, I might never have found you.
Honestly, I don't blame the guy. He's been through shit.

>>36825538
>It's okay. Torture is very effective at making people talk. I don't blame you.
Hold him tightly and whipe away his tears.

>>36825538
>>It's okay. Torture is very effective at making people talk. I don't blame you.

>>36825538
>>It's okay. Torture is very effective at making people talk. I don't blame you.
>>If you hadn't told them where I lived, I might never have found you.

>>36825538
>>Write-in.
This is when we peg him

>>36825538
>If you hadn't told them where I lived, I might never have found you.
>I'll still have to punish you somehow though, be ready for it.

Still, torture only works on the weak willed who are more scared of you than their boss. And we will use this to get him to do kinky stuff in bed. He sold us out torture or not, he's been a bad boy, and bad boys need to be punished.

This guy is brave as fuck, what with being somewhat composed after his brand new girlfriend keeps fucking him and murders 20+ people like it ain't no thing.

>>36825777
True dat. He's surrounded by crazy people. Gangbanging cholos on the one hand and a yandare who considers murder an aphrodisiac on the other.

>>36825777
he can only assume we murdered 6, and guess at 14. We haven't got our body count up to 20+ yet.

"It's okay," you say, pulling his lips towards yours, kissing him firmly, pulling his face into yours. There's a slight swelling to one part of his lip, a bruise or cut, but you don't care. You pull away, pressing your forehead to his, staring right into his eyes from an inch or so away. "Pretty much everyone gives in to torture. I don't blame you." You wrap both arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Besides," you say, settling your chin on his shoulder, "if you hadn't told them where I lived, I might never have found you."

He swallows, nodding. "Thanks for saving me," he says, quiet. "Jesus. You really killed those guys."

"I really did," you say. "Would you prefer I hadn't?"

"No, no," he says. "They - definitely deserved it." He spares a sidelong glance at his bad hand, the bandage still wrapped around the fingers with missing nails, holding them together. "Just... surprising. I don't know. Wow, I guess."

"Wow?" You say, curling up on him.

"Yeah. Wow."

When you head to school later that morning, your hand in his, you feel like the world is right.

Nobody else in the gang comes after either of you, ever again, and you keep yourself ready for them for weeks, months. Really, forever. But they don't come. You guess that was the last of them, after all. Maybe Marco exaggerated the number of members in his little operation, maybe the rest decided not to come after you. The killings go unsolved, and nobody ever comes to question Kevin, so you figure you're pretty much safe.

>END OF QUEST

Twitter: https://twitter.com/72oOCCJ1

A vote for what quest I should run next (as well as an epilogue) will come shortly! Please stay tuned!

Royal - you're a princess involved in some kind of palace intrigue, but mostly you just wish you weren't kept in the castle like a caged rat. You have a benign magical creature/familiar that has bonded with you.
Sanguine - you are a teenage boy who becomes a vampire. Now, with your supernatural powers, you can at last get that cheerleader who always ignored you.
Her - fantasy setting, you're a sailor (or maybe some kind of magic type? Or a missionary? Not 100% decided on occupation.) who washes up on some distant island, and a beautiful (and insanely dangerous) monster falls in love with you. The natives are not pleased.
Loveless - you are the godfather of a fifteen year old girl whose parents died. she's depressed/suicidal. also in love with you.
Miai - you are a young wizard who goes to a marriage meeting with a young witch. Then a murder occurs. Mystery/thriller.
Beloved - you are a Twipire; an ageless, immortal killing machine. You've just imprinted upon a seventeen year old boy.
Mahouka - you are a teenage boy, and you're crushing on this girl who's basically Rei Ayanami... but it turns out she's a magical girl?!
Dictator - you're some tinpot dictator in an African country when you're approached by an agent of a dark and evil god.
Mail Order Bride - you met Liliya; she was funny, sweet, clever, and she really seemed to like you, through the slightly-broken English. The only problem is the place you met her... a website meant for connecting Ukrainian women and American men. You're marrying her, but people... don't approve, so much.

http://strawpoll.me/3211318

>>36825929
>A vote for what quest I should run next (as well as an epilogue) will come shortly! Please stay tuned!
I can barely wait

Also, I'd like to say that your quests are pretty short. I like that. Some quests around here go on for 20, 30 parts and after a while it's just impossible to get into them because there's so much backstory you missed out on. I prefer the shorter ones for that reason.

>>36825929
thanks for running
is it bad that i portrayed the MC as a slightly older Mathilda ?

>>36825929
D'aww. Little miss Assassin did it.

>>36825957
LOVELESS MASTER RACE
MIAI AND HER PLEBS NEED NOT REPLY

Epilogue Options:
>Housewife
>College Girl
>Young Professional

>>36826056
>>College Girl

>>36826056
>>Young Professional

>>36826056
>Young Professional.

>>36825957
I'd like Royal or Mahouka. I'm liking the places you could go with those.

>>36826056
>Young Professional
I wonder what our job is...