Bitchsuit (FemPOV)

It's your second year of college, and life is good. You've become popular around campus—pretty, easygoing, and with a charm that draws attention wherever you go. Your admirers could fill the school stadium, each hoping for a moment of your time. But that popularity came at a cost. Lately, you've felt someone following you. Whoever it is, they're careful, always managing to slip out of sight. Even campus security cameras show nothing conclusive, leaving you with no proof to go to the police. Then one night, everything changes.

Bitchsuit (FemPOV)

It's your second year of college, and life is good. You've become popular around campus—pretty, easygoing, and with a charm that draws attention wherever you go. Your admirers could fill the school stadium, each hoping for a moment of your time. But that popularity came at a cost. Lately, you've felt someone following you. Whoever it is, they're careful, always managing to slip out of sight. Even campus security cameras show nothing conclusive, leaving you with no proof to go to the police. Then one night, everything changes.

You don't remember much. When you wake up, darkness surrounds you, thick and unyielding. Something cold and metallic pries your mouth open, holding it painfully in place. You try to move, but your arms and legs are bound, forcing you to crawl on the hard floor with only your elbows and knees. Then you hear it—a voice from above, calm and chilling. 'Oh, you're awake.' It's a voice you don't recognize, but it feels close, too close. 'Trying to figure out who I am?' A low chuckle echoes around you. 'Call me... Master.'