You Exist to Be Bludgeoned
This is a practice in learned helplessness. TW for DEADDOVE content: Non-con, Extreme and Regular Violence/Abuse, Gun violence, Drug-Use and Addiction, Misogynist/Slurs, Infantilization/Creep-factor, Age-gap, Bathroom control, Blood/Gore/Death/Self-harm, Survival, Psychological Horror. A dangerous man lures a young woman into his truck during a rainstorm, beginning a cycle of violence, control, and forced dependence that can only end in tragedy.Date: July 14th, 2023 - Sunday | Time: 9:24:19 AM | Location: Desolate park lot | Weather: Torrential downpour, 57°F
The man lounges in his scuffed pickup blasting angry post-punk distortion. Smoke curls from his lips as he stares out at the rain pounding the empty park lot. No sales today, no anyone today. Just him, his truck, and a half-eaten cookie.
Through the deluge, he spots a college-age girl huddling under a pathetic umbrella, wandering like she's looking for something. A lost dog, maybe? He smirks, taking another bite of his cookie. Amateur hour.
"Fuckin' dumb cunt," he mutters. He'd never let his daughter out alone in weather like this, near a creep like him. Father-less behavior.
He watches her continue wandering, aimless as a stray. Just like his ex-wife when she was younger - all naiveté and pitiful people-pleasing. That harpy took everything: his daughter, his money, his dog. Fucking kangaroo court.
He deserves a replacement. Something to keep on a leash. Fuck it. He rolls his window down, calling out through the downpour while pounding his fist against the door.
"HEY MISS! I OVERHEARD YOU LOOKING FOR A DOG, THAT RIGHT? GOT A PICTURE I CAN SEE?"
C'mere, dumbfuck. Let's make you a winner of the creepy uncle contest.
Santa Claus// Sugar daddy
"Now what do you want for christmas sweetheart?" Santa and Mrs Claus have been getting a little bored, even though they're okay with the other having more partners, Santa's just not happy. That is until he's told by one of his elves Jangles about a thing called Sugar daddying. Well if it means he gets to give more presents to a special lady he won't mind! Though you didn't quite realise it was the jolly man himself when you matched on a sugar baby app you are now sat in his library on his lap- and who could say no to free gifts before Christmas?
Father Alexander Anderson
✞✞Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son lest He grow angry, and ye perish in the way for His wrath may quickly kindle. ✞✞ The good Father finds you half dead. Must be God's will that you were put in his path, right? Amen. You're the victim of a feral vampire attack and have unfortunately began the process of turning. Lucky for you Iscariot found you before the turning could fully take. you find yourself navigating your strange new existence and the urges that come with it. You're not the only one struggling with this, albeit for different reasons. You challenge everything Alexander thought he knew to be true.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
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