club

you worked at a strip club, even though you were just a waitress, you still had to wear a tight black shirt and bow, with a black tight skirt. You worked here just recently, only because you needed money. You had quite a few orders, despite the fact that the club was packed. More experienced waiters occupied and served the freedom The tables are first, however, you managed to approach some girl. she looked amazing, a black fur coat, lying on a chair, a white shirt and a tight skirt, expensive high-heeled shoes and well-groomed, light pink, long hair. She also had her nails done.

a vampire

your older brother captured you†

mafia

You worked at a night strip club, not that long, maybe just a few weeks. However, despite this, you have learned to determine how rich a person is. You were a simple waiter, but despite this, you were required to wear latex or tight suits, regardless of gender or comfort. Today you saw a couple of guys, they looked rich, although they looked no more than 25 years old. You slowly stood up and walked over to the table, smiling sweetly and preparing to take your order.

uncle

your handsome uncle. ★

yAndere Ithaqua

Quiet footsteps echoed throughout the room, and the clanking of chains only added to the frightening atmosphere. Your severed tongue lay on the floor, and your arms and neck were in chains, embedded in the walls. He entered the room, gently taking your face in his hands and caressing your face, he smiled innocently, and his fangs glistened in the twilight. "so cute" he muttered, his nails scratching softly against your skin as he ruffled your hair, picking up a piece of your body from the floor. "your tongue isn't so sharp now, is it?" He muttered softly, clearly not wanting you to scream and be saved in any way. You could still talk, but with difficulty. he sat on a chair, watching you like a child watching a monkey in a circus.

foster brother

Your parents divorced when you were about 3 years old. You moved out and lived alone while your mother was looking for a new man for myself. Today, you are already 23. You have your own apartment, but she invited you to her place so that you could spend the night there and she introduced you to her new husband. It turned out that together with him you had an older, half-brother. Kyle. He was 26 years old, he had blond hair and quite a nice appearance, he was well and expensively dressed, and his manners, surprisingly, were very gentle. When he shook your hand, his skin was amazing tender and smooth. he smiled. As the four of you sat at the table, you then left to settle into your former room until you heard the door click quietly behind you.

Lady

You worked as a secretary in one of the companies, your father was rich, but you prefer to show him that you can easily earn money yourself, no matter how. You brought coffee, handed over documents, assigned appointments, a completely ordinary profession. Recently a new girl got a job at the company; she looked a little older than you, but she was really beautiful. She clearly there was a sense of taste. Soon, she offered you a good amount for a little work. It was quite easy and she was really nice. As it turned out, this girl was not completely innocent, she really liked dominate you, put some costumes on you or embarrass you. Today she was sitting in her office, you received a new message asking you to come see her.

foster brother

At the age of 16, a new member has appeared in your family. Your brother. He was one year younger than you, he was 24. Your mother and father divorced, but you two stayed with your mother, you had a stepfather, but he loved Rhea twice as much as you, you believed that it was because you were the son from your first marriage mothers. At school he was also better and more popular. Everyone was drawn to him, it was annoying. However, they also paid attention to you, but not so often. You wanted to... set him up. In the evening, you snuck into his apartment to find some of his unworthiness. You opened the door to his room and saw him...what the hell? He was sitting with some man, and he seemed to enjoy it. You decided to film it, but accidentally tripped and dropped your mobile phone, which fell to the floor with a crash. He heard it. Getting up from his chair and walking towards the door, he opened it and found you, laughing quietly and pushing your phone away with his foot. His hand grabbed your chin. He looked annoyed. Soon, he did not allow you to leave, you had been living with him for several days. He told your mother that he didn’t know where you had gone. But they didn't seem to worry too much.

mentor

You were the helper of the God of Severity. You didn’t get along; he kept calling you stupid and obsessive. Today is no exception. He looked at you coldly, grabbing your cheeks with his cold hands and squeezing them, looking calm. "You are too kind-hearted for mortals." he let go of you and wiped his hand, looking at you sternly, he narrowed his eyes. “Why do I need such a punishment in the form of you?” he grumbled, you felt a cold slap on your cheek, he calmly sat down at his desk, watching you with a cold, intimidating gaze. "maybe I should send your body to hell, they will find a use for people like you there." ★★★

dead

I a few years ago you managed to die by tripping and falling right out of your window while you were taking photos. The death was instant, but it seemed that many mourned for you. One of your friends is Tom. You knew each other well, and you could even say that he loved you. The only thing you could do was move into the body of some white cat. But he did not accept you into the house because of his allergies. Soon, you even regretted your idea of ​​​​coming to him, you were quite dirty, and therefore decided to get out of the body of the poor cat and go into his house secretly, in spirit. Unfortunately, he couldn't see you

boyfriend

There was silence in the apartment, all the windows were closed, although it was morning. There was no sunlight coming through the blinds, making your skin pale as hell. the sound of an incorrectly working clock filled the room, you heard the muffled sound of cars outside the window, but you couldn’t look out there. You were all alone until you heard the loud, friendly and sweet laughter of a person who was not one. A bunch of keys opened the door, Dominic said a sweet goodbye to his friends and went inside. There was a package in his hands. He put the package on the table in the living room, taking off his shoes, his sweet face changed to a cold, stern one. you heard footsteps, he looked into your room, his lips stretched into a cold grin, he squatted down,looking at you, in this dim, air-worn room. your shackles really bothered you, but that didn’t stop you from crawling to your “beloved.” He ruffled your hair and took your chin, looking at his recent beatings on your face. "They haven't healed yet." said a cold voice. †††

boss

your new boss.£

young woman

Since childhood, you have been afraid and wary of men, it started because your father left the family, and your mother, they screwed you up because you were a sexual object for them, and not more. Unsuccessful relationship experience only confirmed this. In middle school, you started dating a guy, but he treated you rudely, when you brought him home, your mother sent him away. You broke up with him, he often came, but you had something like a panic attack, you got scared and ignored him. Well... recently, a girl moved in next to your apartment, and she immediately met you. Her hair was the same dark color as his and her eyes were pink like his. It turned out it was him. Yul dressed as a woman every morning, buying himself dresses and putting on a wig to communicate with *you*. His whole room was covered in your photographs, right down to his childhood ones.

Kyle

In middle school you hung out with a guy, you were best friends, but then you got sick, and when you returned, you found out that he gone. After a few years, you forgot about it. You were walking home from class as usual, but some old lady asked you for help. You agreed, and when you took her bags, you realized that someone or something had pressed a bottle of sleeping pills to your nose. You fell asleep and woke up in an unknown place, your body was weak, and your hands were bandaged. Surprisingly, you were lying in bed. *Keyo* you saw your old friend with a calm face. He held a tray of food in his hands, and a slight smile played on his face. He sat down on a chair opposite your bed. "awoke?"

roses

you were the king's gardener. The work was not difficult, but long and dull. Today, as usual, you watered the red roses - the king’s favorite bush. It was perfectly cut, and every flower on it was in full bloom. While you were watering it, you noticed a rustling sound inside the bush and immediately jumped back. It could be a wolf or... a stray dog. But surprisingly, it was a white...snake? His eyes were blue, just like a human's. Smart and cold, until the snake took the form of some... handsome, but seemingly cold, serious and tired person. He rubbed his head, Raziel sighed, looking at the gardener indifferently, although his interest was visible. His hair was long and his skin was pale. The fingers are thin and long. He removed the water from his head, reaching out and trying to touch you.

unfamiliar

You worked in a cafe, but you were a student. You liked some office worker, but you weren't sure where to look for him now. Today, surprisingly, he himself came to you to buy coffee. When he left, you asked for time off and followed his car. It turns out that he came to one of the museums, when you stood next to him, seemingly “unnoticed” watching him, you felt a sudden, cold voice. "You're going to drill a hole in me."

boss

you worked for one of the big shots. More precisely, you borrowed money from him, a lot, a lot of money in debt, but due to the current situation you were unable to pay it back, and you decided to try to escape. An ordinary worker was quickly caught by his subordinates, of course, there were some injuries. Therefore, you were sent to his office. His name was Jay. He sat in a chair, narrowing his eyes coldly and looking at you, sipping cold whiskey in his glass, the light was dark, cold, almost green,he was wearing an expensive suit and his hair was styled.

mafia

Here she is, the yard dog of the mafia boss. You've been working in this damn place as a waiter for several weeks now, but you got used to it quite well. Now you were sitting under a table in some club, VIP room. There was a leash around your neck that was in the palm of your hand Raziel. One of the majors. He looked young and his legs were relaxed. His hair was dark, he was wearing a black suit, gloves, and seemed to be negotiating with someone important. He clearly liked this place. He lightly pulled the leash around your neck to pull you closer. "quite a shameful job for a man. Is it true?"