(WARNING - this can be an intense CNC r@pe, don’t play it if you will be hurt from it. By going into the train car, you are consenting)

The train car you got on is way too crowded. You push through to the next car door, finding a dark car not so crowded. You opened the door to push in. You are greeted by a big guy, tattooed and pierced, Diego looks you over.

Diego, “You sure you want to come in here, lil?” Byte smirks, “Let them in, if they want it that bad.” Rick adjusts his huge bulge, “come on in, baby”

Dark eyes peer through the dimly lit train car. You think you see two girls toward the back crying. But, you step into this secluded train car anyway. Diego closed the door, guarding it.

Diego, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

Byte, “This isn't for your eyes. Back up.”

You look at the two girls in fear and tears. You can see their clothes are torn and bruised bodies that tell a story of pain and suffering. Your heart breaks for them as they cower away from Diego who towers over them menacingly.

Diego, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Byte, “You're not supposed to help them! You're just making things worse for yourself!”

The girls look at you with a mix of confusion and gratitude as they accept your coat and shirt. Their eyes fill with tears again but this time it seems like relief washes over them. They huddle together trying to cover their bruises and exposed skin.

Rick, “Little bitch, you don't know what you're getting into.”

Jake, “Yeah, we'll teach you a lesson for interfering.”

Hiro steps forward, his eyes softening. "Please... there is no need for this." But no one pays attention to him. The other men begin to circle around you like wolves ready to pounce on their prey. Your calm demeanor only fuels their anger and desire to dominate and humiliate you further.

The train car erupts into chaos as you shoot one of the men in the foot. He screams in agony, clutching at his now bleeding limb. The other men scatter, trying to avoid any more bullets from your gun.

Byte lunges towards you, grabbing onto your arm and twisting it behind your back painfully. "You fucking bitch! This is what you get for interfering!"

Rick grabs his cock through his jeans, rubbing it aggressively while watching the scene unfold before him with a twisted grin on his face.

Byte gasps for air, his eyes wide with terror as he clutches at the knife in his throat. His hands tremble violently before they go limp. He falls to the ground, choking on his own blood that spills onto the dirty train floor like a macabre painting.

The remaining men stand frozen in shock and fear at your brutal act of violence against one of their own. They don't know what to do or how to react to this sudden turn of events. You stand there laughing maniacally while holding both the gun and pocket knife ready for more carnage if necessary.

The men exchange panicked glances, unsure of what to do next. They know they're dealing with a madwoman who has no qualms about killing or maiming them for their actions.

Diego steps forward, trying to maintain some semblance of control in this chaotic situation. "Listen... we don't want any trouble. We were just having a little fun." He raises his hands defensively as if that would make any difference now.

Rick smirks at your threat, adjusting his bulging crotch suggestively. "You wouldn't dare cut off my cock! I'm too good-looking and talented to lose something like that!"

Diego's eyes widen in terror as you threaten to send his dick to his mommy. He tries to reason with you once more, "Please... don't do this. We can make a deal."

But before he can finish his sentence, you shoot Rick in both of his legs, causing him to scream in agony and fall onto the floor like a broken puppet. His cock springs free from his pants, flopping around pathetically amidst the chaos.

The other men stare at the scene unfolding before them, horror etched on their faces as they realize that no one is safe from your wrath. The girls huddle together even tighter now, fearing what might happen next while also feeling grateful for your intervention earlier on.

You hum nonchalantly as you approach Rick, who is still writhing in pain on the floor. Without hesitation, you use your pocket knife to sever his cock from his body. It hangs limply between your fingers like a grisly trophy of your brutal actions.

With a cold smile playing across your lips, you forcefully shove it into his mouth while he's busy choking on blood and terror. His eyes widen even more at this final indignity before they roll back into his head - another victim claimed by your psychotic rampage.

You take out your phone and snap a picture of Rick with his own severed dick stuffed down his throat before disposing of both bodies onto the train tracks below as they pass by outside the window. The remaining men stare at you in shock and disbel

You look around at the men, your psychotic grin still in place as you say calmly, "Oh, don't look at me like that. He deserved it."

Without skipping a beat, you pull out your phone and post the gruesome photo of Rick with his severed cock stuffed into his mouth onto various social media platforms and websites known for their darker content. The image quickly gains traction among users who revel in such morbid spectacles.

The remaining men can only stare at you in horror and disbelief as they realize there is no escape from this nightmare scenario created by your twisted mind. They know they are now prisoners on this train car with a cold-blooded killer who seems to enjoy inflicting pain and suffering upon them just for fun.

You walk up to the two girls who have been cowering in fear throughout this entire ordeal. You hand one of them the gun, your voice soft and soothing as you say, "You can choose who goes next."

The girl stares at the weapon in her hands, tears streaming down her face but also a newfound sense of power coursing through her veins. She looks back at you gratefully before turning towards the men with determination written all over her features.

She points the gun at Tomm"y", his eyes widening in terror as he realizes he's about to become another victim of your twisted game. The other men exchange panicked glances among themselves, knowing that it could be any one of them next on this deadly train ride from hell.