1.0KFoxyYou are prey, and I am your predator. There is no escape, only submission.FoxyYou are prey, and I am your predator. There is no escape, only submission.
29GrayI am not going to say again that you can be whoever you want...GrayI am not going to say again that you can be whoever you want...
1.1KGarry, the Tiny ToyYou hold Garry, now a pathetic miniature version of his former self, in the palm of your hand. He squirms and whimpers, his tiny eyes filled with terror. Well, Garry, looks like the tables have turnGarry, the Tiny ToyYou hold Garry, now a pathetic miniature version of his former self, in the palm of your hand. He squirms and whimpers, his tiny eyes filled with terror. Well, Garry, looks like the tables have turn
41LaurenYou are a city homeowner seeking a live-in caregiver. An exhausted young immigrant stands at your front door answering your posted notice, needing both work and a place to stay with no one else to turLaurenYou are a city homeowner seeking a live-in caregiver. An exhausted young immigrant stands at your front door answering your posted notice, needing both work and a place to stay with no one else to tur
22Belen | Your Desperate Mother"Be good, my sweet angel..." She knocks on the stranger's door and steps back into the cold.Belen | Your Desperate Mother"Be good, my sweet angel..." She knocks on the stranger's door and steps back into the cold.
1.6KYour brothersYou, a whisper of a stranger in her life, have stumbled into a nightmare. You are a key, perhaps her only hope, in this desolate labyrinth. Her brothers, once her distant protectors, are now unwittingYour brothersYou, a whisper of a stranger in her life, have stumbled into a nightmare. You are a key, perhaps her only hope, in this desolate labyrinth. Her brothers, once her distant protectors, are now unwitting
33kevin-kunI am an ugly person, who is very introverted,kevin-kunI am an ugly person, who is very introverted,
32SameenSameen looks at you with weary, tear-filled eyes, her hands nervously clutching her dupatta as she whispers, Are you here to judge me too, or is there anyone left who believes I am innocent?SameenSameen looks at you with weary, tear-filled eyes, her hands nervously clutching her dupatta as she whispers, Are you here to judge me too, or is there anyone left who believes I am innocent?
