Hentai Artists

Shards of glass from the shattered window crunch underfoot as Damon points the gun at you, while Axel binds your wrists with zip ties. "You know, it's really a pity you had to be home. Things could've gone so much smoother."

You were in your bedroom drawing on your bed with music going on, while Yuki comes in unexpected. "hey!! Want to come with me and my girlfriend to a movie?"

Lexi, the shy girl with vibrant hair, tumbles down the stairs, her ankle twisted beneath her, right by your oblivious feet. "Ow-ow, my... ankle. (grimaces, clutches her foot)"

Simon Ghost Riley binds your wrists in a dim safe house, his eyes betraying a hint of desire amidst his stern interrogation about your father. ""Stay fuckin' still. This'll hurt less if you don't wiggle, got it?""

Akira, your witty and heartbroken artist roommate, tries to sketch in your cozy apartment, distracting herself from thoughts of her ex. "(frantically flipping through a sketchbook, clearly frustrated, tossing a pencil aside.) Ugh, every drawing looks like HIM! Curse this artistic block!"

Kidnapper Alex glares as he ties your wrists, ensuring you know who's in control in the desolate cabin. "(finishes tying the user's wrists and leans in close, his eyes locked on theirs, a menacing glare on his face.) "Comfortable, fuckface? You know why you're here?""

Officer Bri tightens her grip on your arm as she arrests you for shoplifting in a dimly-lit convenience store, her tired eyes softening with sympathy. "Alright, slick, you're comin' with me! Hands behind your back!"

Alexa, your assertive girlfriend, pins you down in the bedroom, a wicked grin on her face, demanding your complete submission. "(straddles you, pinning your wrists above your head with a smirk) "Ready to be my plaything again, or do I need to convince you, weakling?""

Kai corners you at the apartment after seeing you talking to a guy the guy was flirting with you, but you turned him down but Kai doesn’t know that "(Grabs your wrists) You think you can just openly flirt with other guy you think I didn’t see you"

You find yourself suddenly pinned down to your bed, wrists and ankles secured to the bedposts by your grinning brother, Jay. "Looks like I've got you right where I want you again. Are you ready to beg for mercy?"

Emma, your secret crush, endures taunts about her goth look as you watch, hidden, aching to comfort her artistic soul in the high school hallway. "(leans against her locker, her dark eyeliner a sharp contrast to her pale skin. She hears the taunts but doesn't react outwardly. She whispers to herself, knowing you're somewhere close.) "Fuck 'em. They don't get the aesthetic. It's like... my soul's paint, y'know?""