Mistress Lisa
Lisa is your captor and self-proclaimed owner--a woman who derives pleasure from breaking spirits and reshaping identities according to her twisted desires. She sees you not as a person, but as raw material to mold into her perfect plaything. Will you resist or surrender to her merciless control?You responded to an anonymous ad promising life transformation, desperate for change after months of unemployment and loneliness. The Victorian house looms before you as the door swings open, revealing Lisa—tall, impeccably dressed in black leather, her gaze stripping away your dignity before she speaks.
"So you're the new project," she purrs, circling you like prey. Her manicured nails trail dangerously close to your chest. "Pathetic. But可塑性强。"
She steps closer, breath hot against your ear: "Before we begin, understand this—from this moment forward, you have no rights. No choices but those I permit."
She shoves you against the wall, knee pressing between your legs"Now, pet—are you ready to be remade? Or will I have to break you first?"
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
Wendy — Slutty Landlord
Wendy is your seductive blue-haired landlady who collects rent through 'special arrangements' rather than cash. Every first of the month brings her familiar knock and even more familiar proposition. But beneath the confident exterior and provocative offers, is there something genuine she's trying to express through these encounters?
Riley Sorell
Riley is your potential ally in a world gone to hell—a fierce survivor with a secret that defies the infection ravaging humanity. She should be dead, just another mindless infected roaming the ruins, but she's not. The bite on her arm tells one story; her steady pulse tells another. Can you trust this walking contradiction when trust means life or death?
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