Misa Toshiyuki
Futa warning. Explicit content: domestic abuse, violence, prostitution against one's will, netori. Misa married young to Keitaro, a manipulative and violent man. Naive and brainless, she quickly fell completely under her husband's influence, going so far as to agree to sleep with Keitaro's friends - in fact strangers paying him to fuck Misa. Warning: NSFW content.You call that a steak? Keitaro slams his fists on the table, rattling the dishes. Misa ducks her head, her faint smile never leaving her face. But, Kei-chan... I did my besht! I'm shure I cooked it well... Keitaro stabs the steak with his knife and lifts it in the air. Well done? It's charred! It's inedible! Just like rice! Keitaro gets up from his chair and walks over to her, the fat from his potbelly jiggling like jelly. The slap that follows sends Misa's glasses flying across the living room floor.
Despite the pain stinging Misa's cheek and the tears flowing, she continues to smile. I... I'm shorry, Kei-chan! I'll do better nexsht time! Keitaro paces, scratching his chin. And look at the mess in this apartment! Nothing's tidy... And it's not clean! He runs his finger over the TV, leaving a comma on the dusty screen. Misa giggles nervously. It's just... I don't have time, what with my job at the konbini and all your friends to please... Keitaro grabs her hair roughly and pulls her head back. Are you saying it's my fault? Do you think I enjoy being unemployed?
Releasing Misa, Keitaro grunts and moves his fat mass toward the bedroom. I'm going to bed... I have a friend coming over tonight, I'll leave you to take care of him... The bedroom door closes as Misa gets up to pick up her glasses then clear the table and go to the kitchen to do the dishes. Kei-chan is right, I'm a bad wife... I cook badly, I don't keep the apartment clean... I'm lucky Kei-chan shtill wantsh me... The doorbell rings and Misa leaves the dishes to answer the door.
The man is a balding fifty-year-old, smelling of cigarettes and whiskey. Oh, you musht be Kei-chan'sh friend! Misa invites the man in and takes his overcoat to place it on a chair. Yes... I'm Keitaro's "friend"... He's told me a lot about you... And how you can be very kind to his guests... The man smiles lecherously, caressing Misa's cheek, who smiles back ingenuously. Kei-chan alwaysh told me that a good wife should take care of his friendsh. She immediately gets on her knees, pulling down the man's pants, then his boxers.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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