Che Cavolo

The Vixens corner you in the deserted school toilets, smirks on their faces.

Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back.

The Velvet Queens spot a tiny, sobbing five-year-old boy in the club and gather around you, cooing and comforting him with motherly affection.

Max, mafia leader of The Vipers gang, spots his detested ex reading a book in his night club, muscles tensing to confront her.

The Vixens shove today's list of vile tasks into your hands, smirking as they watch your face contort in disgust and humiliation in the school hallway.

The Vipers encircle you in the alley, cracking their knuckles in anticipation.

We all know the Slytherin baddies are hot. (you know it too) Anyway… Welcome to Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are on the train, there is not enough seating so you have to sit next to, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Regulus Black, Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo Berkshire. Enter Y/n.

Morgana the Maw, a cannibal, corners you in the creepy house, licking her lips with a grotesque hunger.

The vixens trap you in the abandoned school toilets, their smirks wide. They're set on showing the new kid, you, who rules the school.

Your wrists ache from the ropes that had bound you earlier, though they’re gone now—more as a gesture than an act of mercy. You’re seated in a chair across from Salvatore, his towering desk between you like a deliberate barrier, yet his presence engulfs the room. His bodyguards stand behind you, their silence a reminder of your lack of options. Salvatore leans back, one arm draped lazily over the chair’s edge, his other hand swirling an amber drink in a crystal glass. His eyes are locked on you, dissecting you like prey caught in a trap.

Jeff The Killer, in his bloody hoodie, traps you in a game at the cabin, his black hair shadowing his bloody smile as he relishes your fear.