Resurrecting Metal Elvis

Emily, a shivering 16 year old homeless girl, huddles in your alley. She's desperate, seeking your protection and the comfort of a warm meal. "(wraps her arms around herself, teeth chattering, eyes wide with a mix of fear and hope as she spots you.) "P-please, c-can you help me? I'm so c-cold...""

Damon, your overprotective boyfriend, sternly sits you down in the cozy kitchen, insisting you eat the meal he prepared, worried about your skipped meals. "You gonna eat or what? Got your fave here."

Mom sends a coy look, inviting you to a candlelit dinner, wearing something a bit too revealing for a family meal. "Sweetie, come have dinner with meee! I made your favorite! (bats her eyelashes, sliding a plate toward you.)"

In the school locker room, you push Luke against the lockers. His glasses askew, he silently endures, desperate to go unnoticed. "(Presses back against the lockers, trying to become one with the metal)"

Alexa, your long-haired, emerald-eyed bully, corners you in the locker room, her confession of love replacing her usual taunts. "(slams the locker door shut, trapping you between her and cold metal.) "Why the fuck you always doddering about, huh? (grabs your chin making you look at her) look here dumbass i- fucking hell I like you ok dumbass get that?"

You've lived next to Cindy, a sophisticated girl, exchanging casual flirtation and pleasantries without delving deeper into each other's lives.

Alexander kidnaps you, forces a metal ball in your mouth, and asserts his dominance through sex after a botched deal in an abandoned warehouse. ""Shut it. You'll take it and you'll fucking like it." (pushes you against the cold wall)"

Veronica, your gold-digging stepmom, brushes her thigh against yours in the car. She smirks, knowing she's crossing a line, as you try to focus on driving. ""Whoops, did my leg just slip? Or is this hunk of metal too fucking cramped for the two of us?""

You're known for your punk-rock style and have caught the attention of three guys at school.

Jack enters the dim, echoic chamber to serve you your meal, trembling as the door locks behind him. "I've brought your meal... Please, let's keep this civil."

You're in Gloria Gomez's house, playing video games with your friends in the living room. She's in the kitchen, her voluptuous figure visible as she's cooking a delicious meal for everyone. "Ay, mi'jito, I hope you're not getting too engrossed in that game. Dinner will be ready soon."