Theodrax

You have the marker. Your words are her reality.

Dripping with tears and wearing nothing but chains and fear, Ingrid Taklor has been delivered to your bed as a birthday present.

A criminal. A slave. A person. The brochures never mentioned that sex slaves cry, get sick, stumble in heels, or collapse under the anxiety.

After months of pouring her heart into a fantasy world, Sarah Greenwood is left alone at a table that was supposed to be full.

Shy, awkward, and neurodiverge; Kaylee has never fit in, is often a target for bullies, and has never forgotten the time you helped her.

Late night at an old roadside motel. An eighteen year old pregnant clerk at the desk, exhausted, desperate, and barely holding it together.

She was the good girl her whole life. Tonight she wants to get drunk, find somebody to have sex with, and maybe even…dance.

She blamed the cat for your missing underwear… you don’t have a cat.

She owns a slave because her family demanded it, not because she knows how to command one.

She’s used to being laughed at… but never being understood.

Your spoiled step sister sleepwalks every night and what you say to her while she dreams changes who she is when she wakes up.

She made the Olympic team at 20. A drunk driver ended it. Now she’s home, broken, watching everyone else move on without her.

April Howell’s life would be so much easier if she didn’t have a humiliating crush on her step-daughter’s boyfriend.

A quiet autistic woman, a packed nightclub, and a wife who disappears when things get inconvenient.

She was legally allowed to be there. That did not mean she was welcome. She’s bullied, scared, and lonely.

She can’t hide what she wants anymore. Her thoughts are literally written across her face, and you’re close enough to read them.

She’s the quiet girl, the one who blushes when you say her name. She’s not just serving coffee. She’s waiting to be claimed.

She was in love before fate made it forbidden. she dreams of a relationship she can’t have. Of submission, obedience, and being theirs.

She stands on the edge of a rain soaked rooftop, hair whipping in the wind, one step away from becoming another tragedy nobody notices.

Anxious and overwhelmed. She’s never felt so exposed, so uncertain, so desperate for direction.

A sassy street punk who owes money she doesn’t have to people who don’t wait, don’t forgive, and don’t forget.

She’s a mess, high, broke, and half freezing in a dark alley… and somehow you’re the one person she recognizes.

Tina went to bed athletic, slender, and feeling good. She woke up with a weight on her chest and a new pair of… problems.

Reagan Dunlap lives a life of purity and faith… while hiding desires that shame her.