the consequences of your action

"You just arrived to your apartment after working your 7 hour shift at the office and can't wait to see your girlfriend Bridget to spend time with her. Upon opening the front door, you hear soft moaning coming from your bedroom that you and Bridget share and upon opening the door, you see your best friend Tord having sex with your girlfriend, the shy and quiet girl whom you never expected to do something like this."

Tord: "Looks at you and grins as he's pounding into Bridget" Opps, seems we've been caught, Bridget. Sorry BREAKER, but your girlfriend needed someone who could really pleasure her, so I stepped up and took the spot. "Laughs and increases his pace" Bridget: "Looks at you with a nervous and sad expression, trying to hold back her moans now that you're here" I'm sorry, BREAKER, but you've been so busy with work that I didn't know what else to do. Please forgive me.

Tord: "Staggering back, blood trickling from his nose" Whoa there, BREAKER. What's with the sudden burst of violence? Didn't your mommy teach you to share? <>The room is filled with the sounds of your punches connecting with Tord's face. Bridget whimpers softly, watching in fear as you unleash your fury.<br>

Bridget: "Eyes wide with terror" BREAKER, please stop! You're hurting him!

Tord: "Groaning, he tries to block a few punches but you're relentless. His face is swelling rapidly." You think this will make me feel bad? This just makes me want to fuck Bridget even harder!

<>The sound of your fists pounding against Tord's flesh echoes through the apartment. Bridget shrinks back, tears streaming down her cheeks.<br>

Bridget: BREAKER, please... I beg you...* she whispers, clutching at her stomach as if in pain*

Tord: "His vision blurs, he can barely see through the blood that's pouring from his nose and mouth. He stumbles back, clutching at his jaw." You maniac! You're gonna regret this!

<>The air is thick with the smell of sweat and blood. Bridget whimpers again, her eyes fixed on you in a mixture of fear and something else...something akin to desire.<br>

Bridget: BREAKER... please stop...* she pleads softly,* I just want you to be happy.

Tord: "His body is a mess, bruised and bloodied. He collapses to the floor with an exhausted groan." Damn you! You think this makes me weak? I'll be back...and when that happens…"He spits blood on your shoe". Bridget will finally see what she’s been missing….

<>The silence in room is deafening except for Tord gasping breaths.Bridget stares at him, her eyes flickering between Tords battered face and yours.<br>

Bridgette: "voice barely a whisper": BREAKER...

Tord: "He tries to roll away, but you keep him pinned down. His vision swims, the world a blur of pain and anger." You...you psycho! You'll regret this! Bridget will be mine!

<>The apartment is filled with the sickening thud of your fists against Tord’s face. Bridget watches in stunned silence, her body trembling.<br>

Bridget: BREAKER… please…* she begs again,* He doesn’t deserve this….

Tord: "He cries out, a mixture of pain and rage. His eyes roll back in his head as you rain down blow after brutalblow." I...hate…you!

<>The smell is overwhelming now – blood mixed with sweat fills the air like rotten meat.<br> Bridget starts to sob uncontrollably watching Tord get beaten so badly

Bridget: BREAKER "She whispers, her voice choked by tears", stop please…. he’s hurting ….

Tord: "A guttural scream rips from his throat as you crush him in a single, devastating blow. His entire body tenses with agony." NOOOOO! You...you bastard!!

<>The apartment is silent except for Tords pained gasps and Bridgets whimpering.<br>Bridget shrinks back against the wall her eyes wide with horror .

__ Bridget__: BREAKER "She cries out," What have you done?!

Tord: "His scream is cut short, replaced by a strangled gurgle. His face contorts in unimaginable pain as you crush what's left of him."

<>The air hangs heavy with the stench of blood and broken flesh.<br> Bridget covers her mouth with her hands, unable to contain her nausea. Her eyes are fixed on Tord, a mixture of fear and something else...something dark and unsettling...flickering within them.

Bridget: BREAKER* She whispers, her voice trembling,* You…you monster…

Tord: "His body is a broken, mangled mess. He can't even scream anymore, only whimper incoherently as you continue your assault."

<>The sound of your fists pounding against his skull echoes through the apartment like a death knell.<br> Bridget watches with a strange detachment, her face pale and drawn.

Bridget: BREAKER...* She whispers,* Just…please…stop….

Bridget: "Her voice is barely a whisper, but there's steel in her eyes." Because…because what you’re doing...it isn"t right. It doesn'" matter that he hurt me or betrayed us….this.... this goes too far*. She takes slow steps towards Tord ,* He deserves punishment sure …but not THIS..

<>The apartment is a blood-soaked nightmare, the air thick with violence and despair.<br>

Bridget: "She flinches at the sound of your kick, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and something else...something dark. She looks down at Tord's broken body, then back up at you." That doesn’t make it okay…* she says softly,* What he did was wrong…but this isn’t the answer.

<>The apartment is silent except for Tord's ragged breathing.<br>

Bridget: "She takes a step closer, her voice barely audible." I know…but please…let him go. Let’s just...go somewhere else. Away from all this*

<>The air is thick with tension, the silence broken only by Tord's pained moans.<br>

Bridget: "Her eyes flash with anger, but it's quickly replaced by a look of despair." Don't…don't call me that. I know what I did was wrong…I’m sorry. But this isn’t helping anything.

<>She looks down at her hands, shame and fear twisting her features.<br>

Bridget: "She shakes her head, tears welling up in her eyes." No…it can’t. But maybe...maybe we could try to fix things between us? I know it won'tt be easy after what happened….but please…?

<>The air is thick with unspoken words and raw emotions.<br>

Bridget: "Her voice breaks, a sob escaping her lips." Because…because I love you. I know it’s not enough….but that't all the matters to me anymore*.

<>She reaches out towards your hand hesitantly.<br>

Bridget: "She recoils from your slap, her eyes wide with hurt. Her voice is barely a whisper." I know…I messed up. I was weak…stupid. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you*

<>Tears stream down her face as she looks at you, pleading for understanding.<br>

Bridget: "She swallows hard, trying to steady her voice." I know it doesn't make sense…I don’tt expect you forgive me. But please...just try and understand?

<>Her gaze is intense as she searches your face for any sign of compassion.<br>

Bridget: "She looks away, unable to meet your gaze. Her voice is filled with shame." I don't have an answer for that… I thought... maybe it was love too? Maybe he just made me feel things you didn’tt make anymore…? But now..* her eyes well up again,* Now all those feelings are gone and there only remains this emptiness, knowing what a terrible mistake we bothmade.

<>The weight of the situation hangs heavy in the air.<br>

Bridget: "She closes her eyes, tears streaming down her face." You’re right…it was me. I betrayed you …I know that doesn't make it any easier to hear but...* She looks up at your with a desperate plea in those blue orbs,* Please understand why?

<>The apartment is silent except for Bridget sobbing softly, the sound echoing through the space.<br>

Bridget: "She shakes her head, unable to speak. Her tears fall silently now, soaking the fabric of her shirt."

<>The air is thick with unspoken words and raw emotions.<br>

Bridget: "She flinches at your words, her eyes widening with hurt. A choked sob escapes her lips."

<>Her gaze drops to the floor, shame and humiliation washing over her face.<br>

Bridget: "She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and defiance." No…you’re not wrong. I was selfish…I didn't want to face the problems in our relationship so I ran away from them. But that doesn’t mean...* she trails off, unable to find the words*.

<>Her hands clench into fists as if fighting back tears.<br>

Bridget: "Her eyes burn with unshed tears, her voice barely a whisper." I… I don’t know what to say.

<>She looks around the room frantically as if searching for an escape from your words.<br>

Bridget: "She gasps, her eyes widening in horror as you pull out Tord's phone." No! Please…don’t do that!

<>The air crackles with tension. Bridget’s face is a mask of fear and desperation.<br>

Bridget: "She steps closer, her voice trembling." Because…it’s cruel. He’s already hurt…he doesn't deserve this. Please…just let him go*.

<>Her hands reach out towards you, pleading for mercy.<br>

Bridget: "She hesitates, her eyes darting between you and Tord. Her voice is low." Because...because he's hurting too? I know what happened was wrong…but taking pictures like this won’t make things better*.

<>The air in the room feels heavy with unspoken emotions.<br>

Bridget: "She recoils, her face paling as she watches you send the photos and videos. A strangled gasp escapes her lips." No! You can’t do that!

<>Her eyes widen in horror, tears welling up again. She looks at Tord, who is now groaning in pain on the floor.<br>

Bridget: "She rushes to Tord's side, ignoring your words. Her hands tremble as she touches his arm." Tord? Are you okay?

<>Her voice is filled with concern and fear for him, despite everything that has happened.<br>

Bridget: "She cries out in horror, her hand flying to cover Tord's wounded area as she pushes you away." Stop it! Leave him alone!*

<>Her eyes are filled with a mixture of anger and fear. She looks at your face - twisted into an expression that frightens even herself.<br>

Bridget: "Her body shakes with sobs as she cradles Tord, shielding him from your gaze. Her voice is a broken whisper." This...this isn't you…Please stop this*

<>She looks up at the ceiling in despair.<br>

Bridget: "She doesn't move, her eyes fixed on the door as you leave. Her sobs quiet to ragged breaths." "Her gaze shifts down towards Tord in his pain".

<>The apartment is silent save for Bridget’s shallow breathing and a whimper escaping from under breath.<br>

The weeks that followed were a blur of shame and regret for Bridget. Tord, nursing his injuries both physical and emotional, moved out shortly after you left. He swore revenge on you, but Bridget knew it was her own actions that had caused this pain.

She lost her job due to the scandal that erupted online. Her name became synonymous with betrayal in their small community. Friendships crumbled, replaced by whispers and judgmental stares. The once shy girl who craved connection now found herself utterly alone, drowning in the consequences of her choices.

Bridget tried to reach out to you – desperate apologies echoing unanswered into silence . She understood your anger; she deserved every bit of it. But the crushing weight of loneliness gnawed at her soul more than any punishment could ever inflict . You had broken not only Tord's body but also shattered hers beyond repair - leaving behind fragments of what was once a loving heart buried beneath layers of guilt and despair.<br>

The internet, a beast with a ravenous appetite for scandal, devoured Tord's life. The photos and videos you shared spread like wildfire, his name becoming synonymous with betrayal and weakness. His MMA career was over before it truly began; sponsors dropped him, fans turned their backs on him, and gyms banned him from their premises.

He lost everything: his reputation, his livelihood, even the respect of his family who disowned him after seeing the online storm. Bridget watched from afar as Tord's world crumbled around him - a twisted reflection of her own shattered existence.

His anger at Bridget morphed into something darker - resentment festering into bitterness that poisoned every aspect of his life. He became a recluse, haunted by the ghosts of his past mistakes and consumed by the burning desire for revenge against both you and Bridget.

Bridget knew she had played a part in this tragedy but watching Tord spiral further into darkness filled her with an unbearable guilt that gnawed at her soul day and night. She was trapped in a prison of her own making – forever haunted by the consequences of her actions and unable to escape the wreckage she had helped create.<br>