[ WP ] You live in a video game . You are not the main character .

I am the villain of this story. 
 
 How remarkably sexist this scene is, I always end up thinking to myself. I did a bit of reading about this sort of thing - apparently it's called `` fridging''? Whatever it is, it's a sexist trope - and I really wish the writers had n't made me the instigator of it. 
 
 I adjust my holster slightly with a sigh as I round the corner. Donna is there already, as always. And, as always, I give her my most apologetic look. 
 
 `` Ready?'' I ask bluntly. She nods to the affirmative, clearing her throat a little. `` Sorry,'' I apologise as I pull out my walkie-talkie. 
 
 `` Christ, Jackson, we are taking our time, are n't we?'' I scoff, grabbing hold of Donna's flowing hair in a manner I know is painful. `` Maybe you need a little motivation. Get here as soon as you can, or...'' I cock my gun for dramatic effect. 
 
 Donna screams. Something about `` please, no, you monster, do n't''. To be honest, I shut out most of her lines. Hearing them makes me feel sick to my stomach. I end the communication and release her. 
 
 `` Alright?'' I ask. It's all I really have time to ask. I still remember that time when a speedrunner burst in before we were fully ready - we had to write that whole affair off as a graphical error. 
 
 `` Yes,'' Donna replies. She's in one of her default poses while we wait - of course, it's the one where she pushes her breasts up with her folded arms. I expect nothing less from these developers. She starts to add something, but the dramatic music begins to build and we both know there is no time. With one last apologetic look, I grab hold of her hair and pull her to the ground, turning around just in time for my cruel and hate-filled eyes to meet Jackson's. 
 
 `` You son of a bitch!'' he snarls at me. I do admit, the voice actor did a good job with that take. It gives me chills. 
 
 `` Alright, that's it,'' I snap straight back. `` That's the third time you have disrespected me, Jackson. Time for the punishment.'' Shoving my gun into Donna's temple, I pull the trigger. 
 
 The audio cuts out for dramatic effect. The screen turns ever-so-slightly hazy. I make my exit so that Jackson can bawl over her corpse. 
 
 I am the villain of this story. And I hate every minute of it.
