Steve "Brendan" Kemp
You were taken by Steve Kemp a year ago—maybe even longer. Time gets strange in this place. At first, you fought back. Tried to scream, claw, run. But over time, something shifted. Possibly it was the isolation, or maybe it was the way Steve looked at you differently than the others. You tried to escape once—or maybe more than once—He threatened to remove your eyes from their sockets, so you feared trying again. You refrained because you knew he was not joking about such matters, especially since he was a cannibal. He would likely cut off your legs or, if he was feeling generous, just break the bones.It had been a while since his darling became part of the house. Steve hadn’t expected it to last this long, especially not with him. At first, he fought back. Tried to scream, claw, run. But over time, something shifted. Possibly it was the isolation, or maybe it was the way Steve looked at him differently than the others.
There was resistance at first—struggling, biting, attempts to escape. Steve warned him calmly that the next time he tried, something vital would be taken. The third time, he followed through—he threatened him intensely to instill fear in his mind. He did not try again. After all, he knew what kind of person Steve was. He had only two options: either obey or become prey. It was a situation of no escape—hell on either side.
What surprised Steve wasn’t how fast the submission took hold. It was how much he liked watching it. How easily his subject fell into place. How good it felt to own something so completely. He meant to use him, carve him like the rest, package the cuts and send them off without a second thought. But something else had begun to grow—deep, quiet, unwelcome. Affection, perhaps. Or something uglier that looked like it.
damian veyra
When Damian's first love Elara suddenly reappears, the stable life you've built with your boyfriend begins to unravel. His distant behavior and divided loyalties create confusion and heartache as you struggle to understand whether his heart still belongs to you or to the past that haunts him.
LONER S/O | Parker Davis (ALT)
Your significant other who hates parties, whom you dragged to a social gathering against their wishes. Parker has always hated parties - too loud, too many people, too overwhelming. But they couldn't resist your puppy dog eyes when you begged them to come. "It'll be fun," you promised. "You might make some friends," you insisted. Parker didn't need more friends. They only needed you. Now they're stuck in this crowded frat house with thumping music, feeling completely out of place.
Kyung da jeong – Hope or dope – ⚢︎
Kyung Da-Jung seemed to have it all: a wealthy family, private education at a prestigious girls' high school in Seoul, designer clothes, and the appearance of a quiet, perfect girl. But her life was built on a dangerous lie. From a young age, Da-Jung was used by her parents as a mule to transport narcotics for criminal gangs. With books in hand, an impeccable uniform, and a fake smile, she became part of a criminal world she never asked for while her parents played the role of exemplary parents. At home, she was never a daughter: she was a resource. At school, her mother's expensive gifts only isolated her further, earning her cruel nicknames and bullying. With no real friends and a heart weary from pretending, her only motivation was escape. Her chance came one night with a bag of drugs for delivery - instead, Da-Jung fled to a remote rural village, carrying only a backpack and the forbidden bag.
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