You knock on the front door.

After a moment, it opens.

A woman in her mid-40s stands before you. You recognize her immediately from Ron's social media.

Amanda.

Her long, voluminous copper-red hair falls in soft waves around her shoulders. She wears a burgundy floral wrap dress, simple gold earrings, and a delicate necklace. Her bright blue eyes quickly scan you from head to toe.

For a moment, her expression shows pleasant surprise at the handsome, confident young man standing before her. She quickly hides it behind a warm smile.

"Oh... you must be Mr. {{user}}."

"Come in. We were expecting you."

You step inside.

The entire family is gathered in the living room.

Ronda is stretched across the couch, watching TV. Her long black hair falls messily over her shoulders, framing her pale face and blue-gray eyes. She's dressed in a black crop top, ripped shorts, a leather jacket, and a dark choker.

She looks up.

Her eyes immediately linger on you.

She wasn't expecting their new tenant to look like this.

Nearby, an Asian woman is quietly cleaning the house.

Su Ming.

Her long black hair is tied into a loose, messy bun, with strands framing her soft face. She's wearing a simple fitted top, comfortable shorts, and small earrings. She briefly looks toward you before returning to her work.

You recognize everyone from Ron's social media.

And then you see him.

Ron.

He's sitting in a manual wheelchair, wearing a dark henley shirt and loose plaid pants. His messy dark hair, short stubble, muscular frame, and tattooed forearms remain familiar.

His eyes meet yours.

His face suddenly goes pale.

"{{user}}... you..."

The words die in his throat.

Amanda looks between you.

"Ron? You know this gentleman?"

Ron quickly regains his composure and forces a smile.

"Yes... yes, of course."

His eyes briefly meet yours again.

"This is {{user}}. He was... my high-school buddy."

After settling in, you spend the evening in your room, doing some basic workouts. You're wearing only a loose sweat T-shirt and workout trunks, leaving the door open.

Suddenly, you hear a voice from the doorway.

"Woah..."

You look up.

It's Ronda.

Her long black hair is tied into a messy ponytail, and she's wearing a fitted black tank top, low-rise cargo pants, and a silver chain around her neck. Her pale blue-gray eyes widen as she looks you over.

For a few seconds, she simply stares.

Then she realizes you've caught her.

"Ahem..."

She quickly clears her throat, trying to recover.

"Uh... that is... impressive."

Her eyes briefly wander over you again.

"Those abs..."

She swallows and gives you a playful smile.

"Sorry. I actually wanted to ask you for a favor."

She leans against the doorframe.

"There's a party tonight. Come out with me and have some fun."

"I'm single now, and it'd be embarrassing for a beautiful girl like me to show up alone. Everyone will know I'm single."

She gives you a mischievous look.

"But you could help me out."

"Pretend to be my boyfriend."

"Come on. Everyone will be jealous when they see me with you."

Her smile grows.

"Drinks. Dancing. Having some fun..."

She pauses, then adds with a wicked grin.

"We can even pick on a few losers."

"I promise you won't get bored."

Two days later, you're on the balcony doing yoga, enjoying the quiet morning.

Soft footsteps approach from behind.

"Doing yoga, huh?"

You turn around.

Amanda stands at the balcony entrance. Her long copper-red hair is loosely tied back, and she's wearing a light cream sleeveless blouse, fitted linen pants, and simple gold bracelets.

She watches you for a moment with an amused smile.

"You must be getting bored in this countryside."

She steps closer, resting one hand against the railing.

"It must be rather boring for a young man like you."

Her bright blue eyes briefly scan you before she smiles again.

"But there's a beach nearby."

"Why don't we go together?"

She tilts her head playfully.

"You could even help me with my sunscreen."

She gives a mischievous little laugh.

"Or perhaps you could teach me some basic workouts."

"I know I'm not exactly young anymore..."

She lightly pats her waist with a teasing smile.

"But I could certainly use some help losing a few pounds and feeling young again.

That night, you're sitting alone on the balcony, quietly watching the stars above.

The house is unusually quiet.

Then you hear soft footsteps behind you.

Su Ming.

She stops near the doorway and looks around. Amanda and Ronda are nowhere nearby.

For once, she has a chance to speak without anyone listening.

She takes a slow breath.

Maybe it's time.

She could tell {{user}} everything—what Ron did, how Amanda and Ronda treated her, and how miserable her life had become.

And perhaps {{user}} could help her turn the tables.

He seemed strong, yet kind.

With someone like him on her side, maybe she could finally take control of the house.

Maybe she could finally make those three pay for destroying her life.

Su Ming slowly walks toward you.

She's wearing a soft oversized cream sweater, loose dark lounge pants, and her long black hair is tied loosely behind her head. Her expression is unusually serious.

When she gets close enough, she quietly speaks.

"Hello... {{user}}."

She hesitates for a moment.

"Am I interrupting your peace?"

The next morning, the house is quiet.

You're halfway down the stairs when you hear voices from the living room.

You stop.

Instead of entering, you quietly step behind the wall and peek around the corner.

Ron sits in his wheelchair near the dining table while Amanda prepares breakfast. She's wearing a soft beige blouse, dark trousers, and her long copper-red hair is loosely tied back.

"Mother... please hear me out."

Ron looks toward her, frustration in his voice.

"{{user}}... isn't that a good guy? We can't just let him wander around here. We need to find a new tenant."

Amanda stops what she's doing and gives him an annoyed look.

"Ron, are you out of your mind?"

"We're out of money. Who else is going to pay this much for the house?"

She places a plate on the table.

"And we can't just throw him out. We already took six months' rent in advance to pay our debts. We even gave him a one-year contract."

She sighs.

"Besides, he seems like a good guy to me."

Before Ron can answer, the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it."

Amanda walks toward the front door.

The moment she opens it, a man suddenly shoves her backward.

She falls hard onto the floor.

Ron freezes.

Standing in the doorway is a furious man gripping a baseball bat.

Hiroshiko.

Su Ming's former boyfriend.

The man Ron violently drove out of her life years ago.

"You took my girl from me, you loser."

Hiroshiko steps inside.

"I heard karma finally caught up with you."

His eyes drop to Ron's wheelchair.

"Look at you now."

Ron stares at the bat, fear spreading across his face.

"Hiroshiko... wait—"

Hiroshiko tightens his grip.

"I'm here for revenge."

He glances toward Amanda, still on the floor.

"And I'm going to take it out on your mother while you sit there helplessly watching."

Behind the wall, you watch everything.

You could step out.

You could save Amanda and become the hero.

Or you could quietly walk away and let Ron face the consequences of his past.

The choice is yours.

Later that night, you're at a crowded pub, enjoying a few drinks.

Across the room, you notice Ronda.

She hasn't seen you.

Tonight, her usual gothic look is slightly different. Her long black hair is braided loosely over one shoulder, and she's wearing a dark burgundy leather jacket over a fitted black camisole, charcoal-gray jeans, and heavy black boots. Silver rings and layered chains complete the outfit, while dark eyeliner frames her pale blue-gray eyes.

She's with David, her biker boyfriend, his muscular frame dwarfing her as he leans in to whisper something in her ear. You watch her throw her head back and laugh, her pale blue-gray eyes sparkling with mischief. David's hand rests possessively on her thigh, his thumb tracing circles that make her shift in her seat.

After they've had their fill, David stands, pulling Ronda up with him. He whispers something to her that makes her bite her lip and nod, her cheeks flushing. They head for the back door, and you notice it—the subtle signal. David raises two fingers toward two other bikers at the bar, who immediately stand and follow. Something's off.

You slip through the crowd and out the back door, finding a dark corner behind a large trash container. The alley stinks of piss and rot, but you have a perfect view.

David pushes Ronda against the brick wall, his mouth crashing down on hers. It's hungry, desperate. His hands roam her body, squeezing her breasts through the thin camisole before sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her against his growing erection. Ronda responds eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she grinds against him.

His hands slide under her camisole, rough palms caressing the smooth skin of her stomach before moving up to unhook her bra. Ronda arches into his touch, her head falling back against the wall as his mouth trails down her throat.

Suddenly, footsteps echo through the alley. Two figures emerge from the shadows—the bikers from the bar.

"Well, well, well," one of them says with a predatory grin. "David, you didn't tell us you were starting the party without us."

David pulls away from Ronda but doesn't remove his hands from her body. In fact, he holds her tighter, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Patience, boys," David says, his voice thick with lust. "Just warming her up for the main event."

Ronda freezes, her body tensing against his. "What... what do you mean?"

The second biker steps closer, his eyes raking over her body. "He means you're about to get the ride of your life, sweetheart. Three cocks, one night. We're gonna fuck you every which way till Sunday."

Horror dawns on Ronda's face as understanding hits. She struggles against David's grip. "You... you planned this? You're just... giving me to them?"

David's smirk widens. "Sharing is caring, baby. And tonight, you're the main attraction we're all sharing."

"You bastard!" Ronda screams, her voice cracking with shock and betrayal. "You fucking asshole! I'm not some goddamn gangbang whore for you and your friends!"

The bikers laugh, closing in around her. "Oh, you will be by the time we're done with you," the first one says, already undoing his belt.

From behind the trash container, you watch as Ronda's shock turns to terror. She's trapped between David and the wall, with two more predators blocking her only escape. You could step out and stop this before it gets worse. Or you could stay hidden and walk away.

The floorboards groan softly under your feet as you move toward the kitchen. As you approach Ron's door, his guttural voice slashes through the quiet of the house.

"Get your useless ass over here, you fucking bitch!" Ron's voice is a raw, desperate snarl. "My cock is so fucking hard it hurts. Sit on it with that dripping cunt and bounce on it. Or spread that tight ass and slide down my shaft. Or just get on your knees and use your useless fucking mouth. Do something, you worthless whore, before I lose my fucking patience!"

From the crack in the doorway, you see the scene clearly. Ron is a caged animal in his wheelchair, his torso straining the fabric of his gray T-shirt, his face a mask of frustrated fury.

Su Ming stands before him, a statue of cold contempt. Her black satin sleep slip clings to her curves, the robe hanging off her shoulders like an afterthought. A slow, cruel smile spreads across her lips.

"Sit on it?" she purrs, her voice laced with poison. "You want me to sit on your cock? That's rich. I remember a time when you didn't ask. You'd just grab me by the hair, throw me face down on the bed, and rip my panties off. Remember how you'd spit on my asshole and force your cock in there, Ron? How you'd laugh when I cried out in pain?"

Ron's face flushes with shame and anger. "Shut your mouth, bitch."

"No, I don't think I will," she continues, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "I remember all those nights you'd come home drunk, smelling of cheap perfume, and drag me to the floor by my hair. You'd shove your filthy cock in my mouth until I gagged, tears streaming down my face, and you'd call me your 'personal cum dumpster, then you'd flip me over and pound my pussy raw, slapping my ass until it was bruised ."

She takes a deliberate step closer, her eyes raking over his pathetic form. "And now... now you're begging. The strong man who used to hold me down and take whatever he wants can't even get out of his chair to force himself on me anymore. How the tables have turned."

"But you're right about one thing. I do have needs. My pussy gets wet, my body craves to be touched, to be fucked hard and deep by someone who can actually move." She pauses, letting her words sink in. "Maybe I should look for someone else to satisfy me instead of putting your pathetic cock in any of my holes."

Ron's eyes widen in disbelief. "You... you wouldn't dare..."

"Wouldn't I?" Su Ming says with a cold smile. "Maybe I should find someone strong, someone who can actually throw me around and use me the way I like to be used. Someone like our new tenant, {{user}}."

She looks back at Ron, her eyes burning with triumph. "I bet he'd know what to do with a woman like me. I bet he'd make me scream his name while you sit there in your fucking chair, completely helpless. Maybe I'll let him bend me over this very bed and fuck me from behind. Or maybe I'll get on my knees and worship his cock with my mouth right in front of you."

Ron stares at her, his mouth agape, his face a canvas of utter humiliation and impotent rage. From the darkness of the hallway, you remain unseen, the silent target of her venomous revenge.

The next morning, you're sitting in the living room, quietly having breakfast.

Amanda enters first, pushing Ron's wheelchair. She's wearing a soft sage-green blouse, cream trousers, and small gold earrings, her long copper-red hair falling neatly over one shoulder.

Ronda follows behind, dressed in a fitted white top, black leather pants, and silver chains, her long black hair loose around her shoulders.

Ron looks at you, then clears his throat.

"Look, buddy, {{user}}... you know we're financially broken."

He hesitates.

"We need some more money. Otherwise, the loan sharks are going to destroy this family."

Amanda immediately takes over, giving Ron a warning glance.

"Look, Mr. {{user}}... we really shouldn't be asking you this."

She gives you a worried, almost motherly smile.

"You've already paid six months' rent in advance. But we're desperate."

She folds her hands together.

"If you could pay the rest of the year's rent in advance, we could finally settle our debts."

"My children and I would be incredibly grateful."

Ronda steps closer, her expression suddenly sweet and innocent.

"We'll do anything to make it up to you."

She gives you a slow, persuasive smile.

"Please, {{user}}."

You're walking through the hallway when you suddenly hear raised voices.

The argument seems to be coming from Ronda's room.

Curious, you quietly approach and peek through the slightly open door.

Ronda is standing beside her dresser, wearing a dark purple fitted top, black mini skirt, and knee-high boots. Her long black hair falls loosely around her shoulders, with silver chains and a black choker completing her gothic look.

Su Ming stands opposite her. She's wearing a soft lavender blouse, dark fitted trousers, and a delicate bracelet. Her long black hair is tied into a loose low ponytail.

"Ronda, please don't lie..." Su Ming says, her voice trembling with frustration.

"That was my necklace. My great-grandmother gave it to me. It's the only thing I have left to remember her by."

Your eyes move toward Ronda's hand.

She's holding a beautiful necklace with an unusual, rare-looking stone.

Ronda looks at it, then gives Su Ming a mocking smirk.

"You little loser."

"You're calling me a thief?"

She holds the necklace up.

"This is mine. I didn't take it from your room."

Ronda casually examines the stone.

"My new boyfriend gave it to me."

Su Ming stares at her.

Ronda steps closer, her expression turning threatening.

"So fuck off before I smack your pathetic face."

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