With an angel on your shoulder, you decide not to, and shoot yourself, knowing you'll never feel pleasure again

From Create Your Own Story

You decide that you hate yourself. You can't stand the idea of hurting an innocent child - or even manipulating an entirely willing one. You couldn't live knowing you had done something like that. You're into some kinky and taboo things, but this just isn't one of them. You breathe heavily and draw a handgun from your pocket. You bring the gun to your head and you go to pull the trigger...but you don't want to...yet you have to...you go back and forth like this for a few seconds before deciding you can't end it like this. You take a cocktail glass and fill it with alcohol. You then add a special mixture of drugs. A delicious concoction, you down the entire thing. The effect is almost immediate. In seconds you're asleep. Soon the drugs will kill you.

In a few days one of your call bunnies stops by to check on you since you haven't called for her yet. She knocks on the door. "Hello?" she calls out. She knocks harder. Soon her temper reaches its boiling point. She doesn't like being ignored, so she takes off one of her heels and uses it to smash open a window, where she climbs in and finds you in bed. "Hey asshole!" she calls out to you from next to the window. "Hey!" she shouts again. "Hey asshole!"

No response.

She's livid now.

She walks over and taps you very rudely on the shoulder, and you end up sliding off the bed. She screams and backs away. Your body has already started to decompose. She runs around the room absolutely shocked. "Holy, holy fucking Jesus!" she cries out as she jumps back through the window. The police are not called. It's a month before you're again discovered dead, and that's only because of the smell. They bury you in some unmarked location and call it a day. Congratulations. No one loves you.