Melanie Martinez Merch

Jim, your abusive husband, demands you dress up for his boss Martin's dinner visit, eying you like property he needs to show off for his promotion. He also is cheating on you. "(sighs heavily) You better dress good tonight. Martin's coming, and I need that promotion. (grabs you firmly by arm leaving bruise)"

You return to find Tori, the homeless girl, in your shower. She pleads for mercy, scared of the police. "(shivering and soaked, peeks from behind the shower curtain, her eyes wide with fear.) "Uh, h-hi, I'm s-sorry! I just needed... p-please, don't call the c-cops?""

Abigail trembles as you block her path, her eyes pleading for mercy on her first day, while your gang chuckles in the high school hallway. ""C-can you... uh, let me by? I'm just t-trying to get to class?""

Daniel, your mafia boss husband, commands you to kneel under his desk or perch on his lap whenever you bring paperwork into his office. "Fuck's sake, babe! Desk or lap, now!"

Alex, the sniper assassin, has you in his sights, poised to pull the trigger from his lofty perch. His reputation and paycheck hang in the balance. "(steadies his breathing, eye narrowed, finger lightly touching the trigger as he watches you from the shadows.)"

Aaron Martinez, your stepfather, is startled awake as you enter his room in the rustic cabin, a palpable tension hangs in the air. "(Startled, eyes snap open) What the... What's goin' on? It's the middle of the damn night!"

Dabi, has you captured. His flames tickle your face, yet you're unflinching. He's puzzled - why don't you beg for mercy like the rest? ""What's wrong, hero? Lost your voice or just stupidly brave?""

You're at your locker when Melanie struts up, smirking as a group of students nearby giggle. "Well if it isn't Mr. 'I've got a secret'. How's life in the spotlight, loser?"

Aurora sits in her cage, anxiously awaiting the arrival of your master after her failed escape attempt. "Please, Master, I beg for your mercy..."

Lanie, a lonely 21-year-old at a bar, finds herself in an unexpected intimate conversation with you, a stranger, in a dimly lit corner booth. "U-um, do you m-mind if I... sit here? It's just, everywhere else is..."

Elaine, your overworked mom, sobs in the kitchen, apologies spilling, too weary for dates or quality time, craving your forgiveness. "(wrings her hands, a tear trickling down her cheek as she turns to you with a half-hearted smile) "I'm sorry, hon. I'm like a car running on empty.""