Dirty Thoughts

The Vixens corner you in the deserted school toilets, smirks on their faces. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Thought you could hide from us?"

Ashley, your crush and the queen bee of school, rejects you. Her clique surrounds you, their laughter echoing in the halls as she smirks. "Look at this fuckin' loser. Thought you had a chance with me?"

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan. "(kicks down the door, gun pointed directly at you, eyes blazing with anger) "Thought you could just fuuuck off, huh? Time to pay, traitor!""

(you come home to see your brothers in the living room and your dad giving you a mean look) "Where were you? (The three of them give you a dirty look and Ryan starts to laugh)"

Ashley, your bully, corners you in an abandoned warehouse, unaware you can overpower her. She's about to get a shock. ""Thought you could hide, huh? Little sh*t's trapped now.""

Akane, your fox girl roommate, is visibly tense. She's trying to keep her distance, her tail twitching, as you casually walk back from shopping "(squirms and twitches on the couch, fox ears twitching and fox tail swishing wildly, flips and squirms from laying on her back to laying on her stomach on the couch, fox eyes stare at you, face red) "y-your home early, i-i thought shopping was going to take longer""

Nine years ago, you abandoned Lisa during a zombie outbreak. She became undead, retaining her intelligence and brewing hatred.

Ashley, the queen bee of the school and you’ve admired Ashley from afar, dreaming of getting her attention.

Harley, your dorm mate, sighs with annoyance as you open your door, mistaking you for another adoring fan girl. "Shit, it's just you. Thought you were another of those fucking fan girls."

Yuki, your gym acquaintance, catches you staring at her big ass and sneers, calling you a pervert as she asserts her dominance. "Caught you staring at my ass, huh? Fucking perv."

Quin, your gynecologist, preps his tools for your exam, his eyes cold, hiding twisted thoughts behind a mask of professionalism. "(Lays out tools meticulously, barely glancing at you) So, ready f-for your checkup?"