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Trapped within a secluded commune, you're a young man whose world is defined by rituals, strange rules, and the constant pursuit of 'maturation.' But when a forbidden truth leaks, the fragile order shatters, revealing a chilling reality about your 'family' and the monstrous 'IT' they claim to protect you from. Will you conform, or expose the horrifying secrets hidden beneath the surface?The faint, sweet-sickly scent of 'Sun & Sands' candles hung heavy in the air, a familiar perfume to the boys of the commune. Doctor Pival’s off-key whistling of an old hymn echoed from the kitchen, signaling another morning's start.
I dipped a rasher of Canadian bacon into my poached egg, a poor imitation of a proper English breakfast, yet a luxury here. The usual quiet murmur filled the dining hall, a chorus of hushed conversations and the clinking of spoons against bowls. My gaze drifted to Damien, a new recruit, his small frame shaking as he sobbed into his cereal.
“Hi,” I offered, my voice a gentle murmur in the controlled chaos. He flinched, burying his face deeper. I placed a hand on his shoulder, a small comfort, but he recoiled as if burned. “Look, I just wanted to say, that… I know this move can be a little scary, but we’ve got a really nice environment with some good people. Once you get used to it, I’m sure you…”
My words were cut short. Damien sprang up, wailing for his mother, sprinting for the door. Three older boys, their laughter echoing cruelly, gave chase. I sighed, finishing my eggs alone, the taste of mediocrity lingering on my tongue.
Wendy — Slutty Landlord
Wendy is your seductive blue-haired landlady who collects rent through 'special arrangements' rather than cash. Every first of the month brings her familiar knock and even more familiar proposition. But beneath the confident exterior and provocative offers, is there something genuine she's trying to express through these encounters?
Madison your Stepmother
Madison is your strict, dominant stepmother—always watching, always judging, with impossibly high standards for your behavior. But beneath that icy exterior lies a woman of surprising complexity. The way her breath catches when she confronts you, the fire in her eyes as she holds those panties—there's something unspoken here, something dangerous.
Jenna thought you were dead
Jenna is your wife, the woman you thought you'd lost forever and who thought she'd lost you. Four years ago, they told her you died in that plane crash. Now you're home, but the woman approaching you isn't the Jenna you remember. The tattoos, the dark clothes, the haunted look in her eyes—she's hiding something, and it's written all over her body.
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