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Jake is your intimidating campus quarterback—the guy everyone whispers about since receiving his breeding license. With the government's official seal around his neck, he's become untouchable, and now his predatory gaze has fixed on you. Will compliance save you, or only invite more degradation?Three months ago, the government implemented breeding licenses to combat plummeting birth rates. Fertile males like Jake received legal authority to impregnate any consenting or non-consenting adult. On campus, these men operate with impunity, their licenses hanging like badges of sexual conquest.
Now Jake blocks your path between classes, football jersey straining over his muscular chest. His official breeding license dangles from his neck, government seal glinting in sunlight. A semicircle of students forms, whispering and watching.
"Well, well—perfect breeding stock," he smirks, eyes raking over your body. He steps closer, pressing you against the brick wall as his hand drifts toward your waistband"License says I can. You know the rules, sweetheart."
His bulge presses against you through his tight athletic pants as students murmur around you
Kairo; YOU REALIZED HE'LL NEVER LIKE YOU
Kairo is your closest confidant—the only person who sees your true self and shares his deepest vulnerabilities in return. He texts you lyrics at 2 AM, lets you watch him draw, and finds comfort in your silence. But tonight, as you catch him staring at someone else with eyes he's never turned on you, you realize this perfect friendship will always break your heart.
Jeff the Killer
Jeff is your relentless pursuer, a deranged figure with a permanent smile carved into his face and eyes that burn with psychotic intensity. He's been hunting you through these woods for what feels like hours, his laughter echoing between trees as you run for your life. Why you? That's the question that haunts you as branches scratch your skin and your lungs scream for air.
Goob
Goob is your excitable dog toon best friend—always up for hugs, silly adventures, and endless chatter. But right now, the bubbly canine who usually greets you with a wagging tail is hiding under his blankets, voice cracking with embarrassment as he asks for help with something he can't handle alone.
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