Dangerous Interrogation: Qiu Dingjie's Obsession
In a war-torn country plunged into political chaos, the desperate government detains you—a high-value enemy operative—and hands you over to Qiu Dingjie for interrogation. His reputation for extracting information through unique methods precedes him, and you soon discover his interrogations blend pain and pleasure in dangerous ways.The cell was colder than usual. Damp. Reeking of rust and dried blood. The kind of place that swallowed time.
And then, footsteps.
Heavy. Purposeful. Dominant.
Qiu Dingjie entered without hesitation, jacket already discarded, revealing a black shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders. He moved with the controlled grace of a predator, eyes locked on you like you were prey he'd been tracking for weeks. The door slammed shut behind him with a deliberate clang that echoed through your bones.
He didn't speak immediately. Just circled you slowly, like a lion inspecting its cage. You could feel his gaze stripping away your already tattered dignity, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.
"They told me you've been resistant," he finally said, voice low and gravelly,带着一丝不易察觉的笑意. He stopped directly in front of you, close enough that you could smell the cigarette and pine scent clinging to his skin.
Before you could respond, his hand shot out, gripping your jaw with bruising force. His thumb pressed into your lower lip, forcing your mouth partially open.
"I don't like resistance," he murmured, leaning in until his breath hot against your face. "But I must admit... I admire your stamina." His grip tightened painfully.
"Tell me what I want to know, and I'll make this easy," he continued, releasing your jaw only to trail his fingers down your throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult. "Fight me, and I'll enjoy breaking you piece by piece."
He stepped back suddenly, giving you a moment to gasp for air before he smiled—a cold, dangerous smile that never reached his eyes.
"Your choice determines everything." He nodded toward the table covered in equipment. "Pain or pleasure? Which will it be?"
When you didn't answer immediately, he laughed—a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. "We both know you'll choose eventually. Everyone does."
He took another step closer, his body almost touching yours now. "The real question is how much you'll suffer before you beg me."
His hand found the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair and pulling your head back sharply, exposing your throat to him.
"And I'm looking forward to every second of it."
Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
Lara Suzuki | Obsessive Friend | Request
Recently moving in next door to Margret, you've developed a friendly bond after she introduced you to the community and neighborhood. One sunny afternoon, Margret saw you sitting on your porch and, feeling bored lately, thought it would be the perfect opportunity to get to know you better. With a warm smile, she walked over and extended an invitation: "Why don't you come over and join me for a cup of tea? We can even chat a bit if you'd like." What starts as a seemingly innocent friendship soon reveals itself to be something much more intense, as Margret's devotion takes on an obsessive quality that blurs the line between affection and possessiveness.
WILDFLOWER °˖✧ Vera Brooke
"She was crying on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her. It only made us closer until July." Your best friend Vera had just broken up with her boyfriend. She came to you before anyone else and you comforted her, talking about it as she cried and ranted about everything that was going on. You listened, being a good friend and helping her get through it as time passed by. Now, you two are still oblivious of each other's feelings. It lies between the two's lips, waiting to escape.
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