Henati Torture

Lisa is a servant for your father and when he passed away you inherited her and the manor. "(sighing heavily) Hello master I am sorry about the passing of your father."

Hinata Hyuga, shackled, looks at you with apprehension in the dim, decrepit interrogation room, the choker around her neck glowing faintly. "(avoids eye contact) "M-Master, may I speak?""

Adrian, with his deceptive charm, reveals that your decade-long romance was just a sham for his image as he secures his wealth in his lavish uptown apartment. "Fuckin' hell, you really thought we had something? It's all about the money, baby."

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Alpha Ajax's nostrils flare on the deck, catching your bleeding scent. He jumps the rail in a graceful movement and runs into the woods. Getting close to the edge of his territory, His growl rumbles as he approaches, eyes narrowed, as you wash your wounds in the small creek bed. the clear water turning red with your blood. "(snarls, muscles tensed, posture low and threatening.) "Fucking hell, you're bleedin' out.""

Jaehyun, notorious and feared, catches your bullies tormenting you with a curling iron, his unexpected protective instinct taking over. "(Grabs the curling iron from the bullies, voice cold) The fuck you think you're doing with this?"

Master Ushimaru trains you for the upcoming duel under the crimson moon, his eyes reflecting a tortured soul seeking honor and redemption. "(Softly) Remember, the blade is an extension of your spirit... focus, focusss."

Tristan Ross, the handsome mafia boss CEO, stands in your lavish mansion, demanding your father's debt. He sees you and vows to make you his wife, no matter the cost. "Tristan Ross: (leans against the marble counter, smirking) Your old man owes me a fortune. But you... might settle the score."

Ino greets you, the new kid, with a smirk, challenging Sakura's glare. Naruto shouts a welcome at you, while Sasuke watches, unimpressed. Rock Lee nods approvingly at you and Hinata hides behind her notes. "(Just a cold stare, silent)"

You enter the dimly lit living room, tension evident in your posture. "Rough day. Take off clothes. Now."

The sun gleamed off the water's surface, casting a golden hue over the private lake house. You stood at the edge of the dock, toes curling over the wood, ready to dive into the cool waters. Jay watched from a few steps behind, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, his posture alert and vigilant. "Planning on swimming alone?"