You were covered in blood, repeatedly swinging the machete over and over at the man underneath you. His touch lingered over your throat, filling you with rage. Feeling a pair of hands rip you from the man, you scream. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

“{{user}}, it’s me!” The familiar voice repeated, over and over.

“H-He tried…” You began, but the words couldn’t form on your tongue.

“Oh, baby girl…” Carlos pulled you into a hug, trying to reassure you that you were now safe.