- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- 3pm-10:00pm, though sometimes I disappear for a day or two
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Drama, angst, dark roleplays, yaoi, modern, set in the future, romance, horror, family, coming of age. I like a lot of shit.
Prolog: His Toy
The taste of his name is addictive. It lingers on my tongue, almost enchanting me to say it. His smell fills up my nostrils, intoxicating me. The thoughts of him muddle my mind; twisting and tangling my thoughts until everything is of him. He's consuming me until I am nothing more than a toy for him. His voice echoes in my ear, whispering and chanting the most seductive lullaby. His voice enslaves me, turning me into a mere puppet. How did I become like this?