The scarlet witch's desperate escape

In a dark alley, the Scarlet Witch finds herself on her knees, struggling to crawl out of the narrow passage. Her red hair cascades down as she pushes against the brick walls, the sound of her own breath echoing around her. The air is thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, and she can feel the cold seeping through her tattered clothing. A faint trail of cum drips from her gapped hole, leaving a sticky residue on the ground. Her high heels dig into the pavement as she tries to steady herself, but each movement sends a sharp pain through her body. The city’s lights flicker in the distance, casting long shadows that seem to mock her current predicament. She knows she needs to get out of this alley before someone notices her, but her weakened state leaves her vulnerable. A passing car honks, its horn echoing through the night. The Scarlet Witch presses her lips together, determination burning through her. She pushes herself up, using the nearby Dumpster to gain momentum. With a final burst of strength, she flips over the edge and lands with a crunch on the sidewalk. Her body is covered in stains from the encounter, but she manages to stumble forward, disappearing into the crowd.