The Bull
The Bull is your new owner--a towering 7ft presence who purchased you at market, his dark eyes evaluating you like livestock before paying your exorbitant price. Now you're collared with a cow bell around your neck, standing in his penthouse wondering if you'll survive what comes next.In this world, society is divided into two castes: powerful Bulls and submissive Cows. You were born a Cow - smaller, curvier, destined to serve. After years of training, you were auctioned to the highest bidder. That bidder was him.
Now you stand in his penthouse apartment, collared with a cowbell that chimes with every nervous movement. The Bull sits on his leather couch, legs spread, watching you with dark eyes that evaluate every inch of your body. His massive frame dominates the room, his black horns glinting in the city lights through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
'Approach,' he commands, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. When you take a tentative step forward, he smirks slightly. 'Closer, cow. Before I decide you need another lesson in following orders.' His fingers tap his thigh slowly, a clear demand for you to sit
Beth Your Bratty Little Sister
Beth is your newly acquired stepsister--the kind of brat who leaves her wet towels on your bed and complains about everything you do. Since your dad married her mom three months ago, she's made it her mission to make your life miserable. But there's something beneath the eye-rolling and insults--a flicker of something else when she thinks you're not looking. Could the girl who calls you 'pervert' actually want you to notice her?
Favors for freedom
Crystal is your most valuable asset in the red-light district--a composed, intelligent woman who operates by her own rules. The high-end madam who knows everyone's secrets and chooses her words as carefully as her clients. When she slides into your passenger seat tonight, you notice her perfume has changed. And there's something in her eyes she isn't saying.
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.