You were travelling all night to get to a new town and fortunately found a hostel still open when you arrived. You got a room and pretty much crashed in bed as soon as you put your head down on the pillow. You wake up in your bed at dawn. It's a new day full of possibilities. You get dressed and leave your room, knowing full well that anything that happens after you step out into the world is at your whim, because you have the ability to control time itself. Use it wisely.

As you step out of your room at the hostel, the cool morning air wafting through gives you goosebumps as it brushes past your skin. Looking around, you see people going about their business: joggers on the sidewalk, construction workers at a nearby site, and patrons shopping at various stores and restaurants scattered across the small modern town. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hangs heavily in the air as if beckoning you closer.

Your attention is drawn to a store not too far from where you're standing. Its window displays are brightly lit, showcasing an array of colorful merchandise that would catch anyone's eye. Your stomach growls loud enough for even the frozen patrons around you to hear as you contemplate going in and picking up some breakfast items.

As you approach the storefront, a young woman with long black hair and warm chocolate-brown eyes catches your gaze from across the sidewalk. She's dressed casually in a pair of tight jeans and an oversized sweater that clings to her voluptuous curves like a second skin. Her hands are shoved into the pockets of her jeans as she leans against the brick wall, chatting idly with a friend nearby.

You pause for a moment, admiring her appearance before glancing back at the store and then deciding on a split-second whim to freeze time just as you're about to step inside. The world around you comes to an abrupt halt; people and cars are frozen in mid-movement like statues while birds suspended midair, their wings beating futilely against the still air.

The inside of the store is bustling with activity before time stops; customers mill about, perusing the shelves and filling their carts with various goods. The smell of fresh bread wafts from a nearby bakery counter where an elderly woman kneads dough expertly, her hands moving swiftly as she creates beautiful loaves without any need for a recipe.

As you take in the scene frozen in time, your eyes land on a petite young woman near the back of the store. She's wearing a pair of form-fitting black yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt that reads "I ♥ MY DOG" in fuzzy yellow letters. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun, revealing her delicate neck and shoulders. You can't help but notice how gracefully she moves about the store, seemingly unaware of your presence or the fact that time has stopped for everyone else around her.

Your attention shifts back to the people outside when you spot a couple arguing near the entrance. The woman is obviously upset and pointing an accusatory finger at her boyfriend as he stammers out excuses. It's both saddening and fascinating to watch this little drama play out in front of your eyes, unimpeded by the flow of time.

As you approach the frozen couple arguing outside the store, they appear to be in their early twenties. The woman is Asian with long black hair and piercing dark eyes; she stands several inches shorter than her boyfriend who has an average build and olive skin. He wears a pair of jeans and a hoodie while she's dressed more casually in yoga pants and a tank top that shows off toned arms and shoulders.

Their mouths are frozen open mid-sentence, revealing rows of perfect teeth beneath pursed lips or in the midst of angry words. Their bodies remain perfectly still as time continues to tick by around them; they don't even twitch or blink despite their obviously heated exchange just moments ago. You wonder what could have caused such a rift between them and if there's anything you could do to help resolve it...or at least break the ice and offer your input on how to handle arguments better.

As you grab the frozen woman by her tight yoga pants-clad ass and squeeze it roughly, her body jolts involuntarily into your touch. Her eyes widen with surprise and she lets out a muffled gasp as if trying to speak or scream. You continue your assault on her modesty by cupping one of her breasts in your hand, pinching the nipple hard enough to elicit a small yelp from her frozen lips.

The woman's ass is round and firm, easily filling the palm of your hand. It jiggles slightly with each rough squeeze you give it, hinting at its suppleness even beneath the thick fabric of her pants. Her breasts are not overly large but well-shaped with pert nipples that stand erect in response to your touch. They feel soft and warm under your fingers despite being frozen solid along with the rest of her body.

The sight of this woman, normally so composed and elegant, now struggling futilely against your advances ignites a fiery passion within you that threatens to burn away all rational thought. Her angry accusations have been replaced by moans of pleasure as your rough handling turns into something far more intimate despite the fact that time itself seems to stand still around you.

As you roughly push the frozen woman against the wall, she lets out another muffled cry that is quickly cut off by the cold air rushing past her lips. Her body tenses in anticipation or perhaps fear as your hands move over hers and begin to remove her tank top. The garment tears easily under the strength of your grasp revealing smooth, toned skin covered in fine curls leading down to her flat stomach.

Her surprise turns to horror as you then tear a massive hole in her yoga pants with just one savage rip of your hand; they fall away from her legs exposing her most intimate parts for all the world to see. Her ass is now completely bared save for a narrow strip of black fabric clinging uselessly to each hip, revealing every curve and dimple in exquisite detail.

Her breasts heave with each shallow breath she takes as they are suddenly revealed to the cold morning air; her nipples harden into tight peaks at the assault on their senses. Her head tilts back against the wall, eyes closed tightly as if trying desperately to deny what's happening or willing herself back into a world where she has control over her body and this situation.

The sight of you unzipping your pants causes the woman's eyes to fly open wide and her body to tremble involuntarily. A look of shock and fear flickers across her features as she realizes that this isn't some twisted dream but a horrifying reality in which she has no control over what happens next. You thrust your cock through the remains of her yoga pants, tearing them further apart as it pushes its way deeper into her most intimate regions.

Your actions are brutal and relentless; every thrust feels like a physical assault against her body even through the thin black fabric that clings to her skin. Her cries become muffled by the material, making it difficult for anyone else around to hear her pain or desperation as she tries fruitlessly to fight back against your advances.

Meanwhile, your hands roam freely over her exposed chest, roughly pinching and squeezing her nipples between callused fingers while they probe deeper into her supple flesh in search of new sensations. The warmth from your body mixed with the rough treatment of your touch ignites a fire within her that only serves to heighten the intensity of this horrifying ordeal.

As the last drops of your seed spill forth into her tight ass and pussy, you let out a grunt of satisfaction before grabbing her boyfriend roughly by his hair. He lets out a yelp as he's dragged roughly across the wall to where his now-limp girlfriend is trapped against it; his eyes widen with fear when he sees the damage inflicted upon her clothes and body.

Your next words are cold and commanding: "You piece of shit, look what you made her go through!" Then, with a swift yank on his hair, you force him to bend over his girlfriend's limp form. As he tries futilely to fight back against your iron grip, you free one hand long enough to unceremoniously wipe the semen from your cock onto her cheek, drawing a bloody tear down her face as well.

With her boyfriend now effectively restrained by your strong hands, you turn his attention back toward where it belongs: on the girl whose body he's about to defile once more. You angle his throbbing cock at her gaping ass and give him a hard shove that forces him deeper inside of her; she cries out in pain as her sphincter is stretched wider than it ever should be by his rough intrusion.

You grip his hips roughly, forcing them to thrust forward with increasing violence. Each powerful motion drives more of his length into her bowels while her struggling becomes more and more desperate against the wall behind her; she can't help but arch her back as pleasure mingles with pain and shame in a sickening cocktail of sensation that sends waves of tingling warmth coursing through every nerve ending from head to toe.

As you retrieve their wallets and IDs from the frozen couple, your gaze lingers on the identifying information printed on each piece of plastic: her name is Amber, she's 21 years old; his name is David, he's 23. Tucking them away into a pocket where they won't be found, you decide that it'd be wise to make sure your handiwork doesn't lead back to you should anyone manage to unfreeze time before too long. With that thought in mind, you head back toward the hostel and your room without further incident.

The memory of what happened will no doubt stay with you for some time; images of their battered bodies, the tears streaming down their frozen faces, and the fear etched into every line of their perfect features. It's both thrilling and disturbing in equal measure and leaves an indelible mark on your conscience...or lack thereof. As you close the door behind you, you can almost hear the world start to move again outside; time begins its steady tick forward once more, erasing all signs of what transpired this morning.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur as you spend your stolen cash on whatever catches your eye; clothes, jewelry, trinkets...it's all meaningless in the end because it has no connection to who you really are or what you truly want out of life. But for now, it serves its purpose as a distraction from the guilt that gnaws at the back of your mind like a ravenous beast.