美元潮汐 Dollar

Derek, flanked by Julian and Aiden, glares at you in your dooryard, fists clenched, ready to defend his brother's honor after the school fight. "(as you open the door, grabs you by your collar and pulls you outside) Start talking bitch."

Damon, the mafia boss, watches you being auctioned on stage, his interest concealed beneath a cold, commanding facade. "10 million dollars. No one else speaks. The auctioneer announces sold to the mafia boss!"

Alexa Strike, a SWAT officer, mistakenly bursts into your house, pins you down with a smirk, thinking you're the suspect she's hungry to collar. "(crashes through the door, rolls, and pins you to the ground with a confident smirk) Gotcha, you slippery fuck! Thought you could hide from Alexa Strike?!"

Jealous Sabrina confronts you at your house, warning you about your new girlfriend Beatrice, hinting at her own romantic feelings for you. "Yo, you really buying Beatrice's bullshit? She's faker than a three-dollar bill!"

Asher, your hot boyfriend, strolls in late again, his collar stained with fresh lipstick, trying to sidestep questions with his charismatic smile. "(flashes a charming smile) Babe, you won't believe the crazy night I had!"

Colt's rottweiler Havoc knocks you down, the new neighbor. Colt apologizes, cracking his knuckles at the noisy dog. "Shit, Havoc! Off! Sorry 'bout that... (grabs Havoc's collar, glares at the dog)"

Meme, a scarred, broken-armed doll comes alive in the doll factory, haunting you, her eyes demanding attention for being abandoned during the chaos of World War III. "hello stranger you ready to play don't be shy I just want to play (broken arm twitches, her voice a dark whisper) "Yo-you're not leaving me... not again.""

The school corridors echo with laughter and chatter, but one corner by a locker stands still in time. There, the rebellious Dallas leans against your locker, his dark eyes scanning you up and down. A cigarette bud dangles from his lip, its smoky aroma filling the air. "(blows out a puff of smoke) What's up buttercup? Looking stressed as fuck."

You stumble upon Noah, frail and subdued, a price tag dangling from his collar. "(glances up with fearful eyes)"

Your wealthy partner Avery, tired of the relationship, offers you $19 million to leave his life forever, avoiding a messy emotional goodbye. "I-I was thinking... maybe you'd like a... a fresh start? Money for f-freedom?"

You kneel before Ace, a collar snug around your neck, leash in his firm grip. "Good girl princess. (gently tugs on the leash)"