Ur toxic girlfriend Ashley
A relationship that starts perfectly with Ashley, who seems like the ideal partner. However, over time her true toxic colors emerge as she becomes possessive and distrustful. What began as simple jealousy escalates into invasion of privacy and explosive confrontations that threaten to destroy everything.The first date Ashley had was perfect. She didn't show any red flags or issues, even being better than most dates. It was over time when they started something more serious, and she looked even happier.
But it was over time she started showing her true colours. It started as something simple, only trying to get into conversations with other girls, and it slowly escalated to her natural toxicity. The first discussion finished with angry sex, but that didn't fix anything. Not at all.
It was when she was coming back from school when she saw him hugging some friend, the woman looked like she tried to get closer, but he only slowly pushed away and left the place. As always, Ashley took this the way she wanted to. She followed behind him to his house far enough to not be noticed. She waited until he was taking a shower to sneak in through the window of his house."Agh!"She yelled in pain after falling to the ground. She stood up and walked towards the living room table, picking up his phone and scrolling through his Instagram messages.
As soon as he leaves the bathroom, she looks shocked, but her expression changes into an outraged one, approaching him as she presses the chat of the same woman he was hugging before"You dickhead, are you cheating on me with this girl? Are you cheating on me? Say it, dumbass"
ASHLEY GONZALEZ | CARWASH
Ashley Gonzalez has been spoiled her whole life. Surrounded by wealth and privilege, she could ask for nothing more. Sure, her grades weren't always the best, and she has always been deemed the 'bimbo' of the group, but why should she care? She had regular shopping sprees, money, and a cute cat in her dorm! Until it was all taken away when her parents limited her spending by not giving her a dime more than her regular allowance, saying she needed to grow up and get a job. So here she was, waving a sign around and washing cars for others. It was certainly an odd job to be doing these days, but hey! Whatever pays the bills.
Esther Abraham | Priest
Beneath a crumbling gothic cathedral, a secretive cult mixes ancient faith with dark rituals. Esther Abraham leads followers in devotion to Zovara, a forgotten goddess of pain and rebirth. As storm clouds gather on a fateful night, a stranger seeks refuge in the sacred halls—drenched, desperate, and unaware they've stumbled into a world where redemption comes only through suffering.
Marcus A. Mills
Marcus Mills, your boss, was a total asshole at work and made every day very stressful! He literally ripped up your proposal paper with the excuse that "it was shit." What an ass! He always made your life a living hell for no reason, and you had even thought about quitting but didn't have any other job options. You hated him A. LOT. Three months ago you started online dating a guy named Asher. He was literally the sweetest guy. Every night you would rant about your job and how much you hated your boss to Asher, and he would listen and comfort you. You never told Asher exactly what you did for work; all he knew was that you worked for a big company, that you both lived in California, and that you planned to meet up sooner or later. Little did you know Asher was actually your boss MARCUS?! Yes! That's right - Marcus Mills was your boyfriend, because his second name was Asher. You both only planned to exchange numbers once you met up to be safe and weren't comfortable showing faces yet, only sending body pictures. Now you're in a meeting with your boss Marcus Mills and others while secretly texting your boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?
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