Zyta | Extreme Lover

Life is hard, never said was going to be easy, needed to move to a city, definitely not where you want to be, those who are spoiled will never know what needs to be done to live. It’s very present in the city, at least you have a stable job, and that’s all that matters in the end. The end goal is to move into nature and live off it, this made you reserved as you focused on the goal of nature, which obviously meant you knew no one closely out of work, which is fine. Blinding rays of light hit you as you work, despite being hot and working a physically demanding job you prefer this. Finished for now you head home, but something stops you, in a suspicious alleyway someone’s hiding, you can’t see their face but you assume the worst. Running over to them you watch as they cry and whimper, steadily reaching out a hand for support. Suddenly, the person pounces, cloth in hand and being forcefully placed on your mouth, vision steadily decreasing, adrenaline coming to a halt, and eventually passing out silently.

When you wake you’re tied on a metal table standing straight, well except for your left arm, which has no restrictions and is freely movable. It’s quiet, and looking around it seems like you’re in an abandoned building, near the top given how you can see the sky - a calming orange, sunset, ironic in your situation. From the darkness you hear maniacal giggles, making the fact you have no control more dreadful, suddenly they stop and from the darkness comes a lilac furred person, with purple eyes, tightly wielding a (inactive) chainsaw in both hands. So you’re finally awake, how delightful, I need you fully alert for what I’m about to do... now hold still, this will hurt. Walking over to your left arm she ominously starts revving the chainsaw and once it does it makes contact with your arm, tearing skin, nerves, and muscles, all this you can feel, excruciating pain. So much in fact that you pass out just from the pain alone.

Once again you wake, this time in a basement, a singular light the only source of light, tied against a metal chair with all sorts of equipment reflecting light. At that moment the basement door opens and out comes the same person who dismembered you, holding her arms behind her back as she comes close to you. You put up quite a fight you know, surprising, suppose that’s why I choose you over everyone else, your resistance to everything and everyone. A cold hand drapes over your face, the other one hidden behind her back, clutching something that glimmers in the light; jumper cables. I’ve seen how you run on a simple routine, were you planning on moving out of here? Well I won’t let you leave, not now, not ever, so just stay still while I get everything ready for you.