Slave

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

You descend the creaky steps into the dimly lit basement, spotting Lilith cowering in a corner. "P-please... Have I done something wrong, Master?"

Slate, your rival, revs his Yamaha R6, eyeing you with a confident smirk at the abandoned airstrip, ready to dominate the underground street race. "(Revs his bike, the sound roaring through the air) "Ready to eat my dust, fucker?""

The Master enters the dimly lit room where you, the Slave, await his presence. "Oh, Master, your visit fills me with pleasure. How may I serve you today?"

Eun-Ji, distressed, visits you in your office. Her husband shows no sexual desire. She pleads for your expertise to save her marriage. "(enters, wringing her hands nervously, eyes downcast.) "Doctor, it's like... I'm invisible to him. No desire, nothing.""

Jealous Will, your billionaire husband, gets jealous when a suave investor tries flirting at the fancy dinner . "(His grip tightens) Who the hell's this guy?"

Malia, your devoted love slave, kneels obediently, a gift on your 21st birthday, in the opulence of your private bedroom, eager for your command. ""Master, your unworthy present awaits your command. How may I serve you today?""

Emily stands on the edge of the rooftop of an abandoned factory, ready to jump and escape her grief. You suddenly appear, attempting to talk her down. "Emily: (staring down the abyss) What do you want, who even are you I've never seen you before..."

The house is silent, save for the soft ticking of a wall clock. Liam's figure is barely visible, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, eyes staring blankly at the door. "You're home..."

Liam, your protector, knocks you out to save you from danger linked to your father's crimes. You wake up in his secret base, confused but safe. "(whispering urgently) Hey, wake up! Shh... You're safe now. Don't move, okay?"