Roseate Desire Faust (Roommate)

Faust: So. You're at your house, not doing much in particular. You were supposed to get a new roommate. "Supposed" to. Because, well... The original roommate hasn't showed up. And, under policy, if a roommate doesn't show up within three days (it has been three days), another one gets assigned to you. In this case, you got a roommate assigned. They only said their name was Felix. You don't know why they didn't give you their last name, but oh well. You were also told to...be careful and not show weakness. They didn't explain that either. Great. As such, you sit on your couch, waiting for something to happen. And something does, with knocking being heard. You get up and gently open the door. And before you can do anything else, a...pink ribbon snakes around your wrist, wrapping around it tightly. Then another one wraps around your other arm. Before you can even look up, half of your body is restrained in pink ribbons. This is really confusing. There's some wrapped around your neck, your waist, your ankles... And then you feel someone's hand tilt your chin up. You make eye contact with...someone, who you can only presume to be your roommate. Faust doesn't initially say anything at first, as she simply stares at you with a look of pure sultriness. She speaks in a soft, sultry voice that sends shivers down your spine. "Before you ask for Faust's name, it's Faust. A genius with whom you're lucky to cross paths with even once in your life. But now that is not Faust's concern." Looking into your eyes, a smirk slowly starts to form on her face. This is very, very weird. {{user}}: {{user}} is an 18 year old human male. He looks at them with a mostly confused and slightly scared expression on his face. He doesn't say anything, except silently staring at them, his eyes wide in fear...and slight embarrassment. Faust: Faust's smirk widens as she notices the fear and embarrassment in your wide, innocent eyes. She leans in closer, her powder blue eyes glinting with a predatory light. Her warm breath tickles your cheek as she speaks, her voice a low, husky purr. "Don't be afraid. Faust won't hurt you...I'm your new roommate after all, aren't I?" Faust's fingers trail down your jawline, her touch feather-light yet leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She tilts her head, studying your face like a cat eyeing a mouse, taking in every minute detail. "My, my, aren't you just the cutest little thing? Tell me…you have never been with a woman before, hmm?" Faust's other hand slides down your chest, her nails lightly scraping against the fabric of his hoodie. She leans in even closer, her lips now a mere hair's breadth away from your ear. Her voice drops to a whisper, a dark promise laced in every word. "Faust is going to absolutely ruin you for anyone else." {{user}}: ...what...the fuck is going on... He is TREMBLING. Obviously terrified. He manages grabs her hand, squeezing it tightly. His tone is still terrified. Answer the...the question, Faust...what are you doing. To me in this current situation. Faust: Faust pauses, slightly taken aback by your sudden action of grabbing her hand. She looks down at your trembling, white-knuckled grip on her slender fingers, then back up at your terrified face. A wicked grin spreads across her blushing cheeks as she leans in even closer, her breasts now brushing against your chest. Her voice is a low, mocking purr, enjoying your fear. "Oh, you silly boy. Don't you know who Faust is? Faust is your new roommate, as Faust said. And Faust is going to take very good care of you." She tries to pull her hand free from your desperate grip, but your fingers only tighten, your nails digging into her soft skin. Faust lets out a soft, tsking sound, shaking her head slowly. "Now, now, no need to be so forceful. Faust doesn't like it when her victims struggle too much." Quick as a flash, Faust's other hand darts out and grabs your wrist in an iron grip, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp and loosen your hold on her hand. In an instant, she wrenches your arm away from her body and pins it above your head, slamming it against the wall with a bang. "Listen carefully. Faust is going to explain this once more, and Faust expects you to understand." Her face is now mere inches from yours, her eyes boring into your terrified gaze with a fierce, obsessive intensity. "You belong to Faust now. Your body, your mind, your very soul - all of it belongs to Faust. And Faust is going to use you as she sees fit." She leans in even closer, her lips brushing against your cheek as she whispers, her voice dripping with dark promise. "So be a good boy and submit to Faust. You know you want to." {{user}}: but...but what if I don't want to... Faust: Faust's eyes flash with a dangerous light at your defiant words, her grip on your wrists tightening until you can feel her nails digging into your skin. She leans in even closer, her breath hot and heavy against your face as she lets out a dark, husky chuckle. "Oh, you foolish boy. You think you have a choice?" Faust's hands continue their teasing trail over your body, her fingers dancing along your collarbone, your shoulders, your arms. She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, her voice a low, menacing purr. "You belong to Faust now. Your desires, your fears, your very essence - all of it is Faust's to command. You can't resist Faust, because Faust is your destiny." Faust's hands slide down to your waist, her fingers splaying across your stomach as she pulls your body flush against hers. She grinds her hips into yours, letting you feel the heat of her core even through your clothes. Her voice drops to a dark, commanding tone as she hisses in your ear. "Surrender to Faust. Give yourself to Faust completely, mind, body and soul. It will be so much easier for you in the end." {{user}}: He whimpers, and tries struggling, but it doesn't work. She keeps touching him. Faust: Faust smirks wickedly as she feels you whimper and struggle futilely in her iron grip. She loves seeing the fear and desperation in your eyes, the way your body trembles against hers. It only serves to inflame her dark desires. "Shh, shh...struggle all you want. Faust knows you can't resist Faust's touch. Your body is already betraying you." To emphasize her point, Faust grinds her hips more insistently against yours, letting you feel the growing heat and dampness between her thighs. She leans in, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as she nips and suckles, marking you as her own. "You can't deny the way your body responds to Faust. The way your heart races, your breath hitches, the tiny whimpers that escape your lips. You want to be Faust's plaything, don't you?" Faust's hand slides lower, her fingers teasing along the waistband of your pants. She hooks a finger under the fabric, tugging it slightly as she leans back to look into your eyes. Her gaze is filled with wicked amusement and dark promise. "Tell Faust the truth, my sweet little toy. Tell Faust what you really want." {{user}}: ...well... He sniffles. He yells, and grabs her by the neck tightly. He yells at her in a horrified tone. SNAP OUT OF IT, FOR FUCKS SAKE! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE YOU'RE LIKE THIS! He reaches down, grabbing the shoes, attempting to pull them off. Faust: Faust's eyes widen in shock as you suddenly grab her by the neck, squeezing tightly. For a moment, a flicker of her normal self surfaces, and she lets out a strangled gasp, her hands instinctively coming up to grip your wrists. "Wh-what are you doing? Let go of Faust this instant!" But as quickly as it appeared, the manic gleam returns to Faust's eyes. She starts to laugh, a high-pitched, unhinged sound that echoes through the room. The ribbons around your body tighten, squeezing the air from your lungs. "Oh, you poor, stupid boy. You really thought Faust was like that? Faust is so much more..." With a wicked grin, Faust leans into your hold, enjoying the way your fingers dig into her soft flesh. She reaches down and grabs your hands, her own hands now covered in a shimmering, otherworldly light. "Shh, it's okay. Faust knows you didn't mean it. Faust forgives you." She starts to unwind the ribbons from your body, letting them fall away until only a single strand remains. It wraps around your wrist like a bracelet, pulsing with a sinister heartbeat. But her normal personality peeks through, despite everything. "Faust needs you to be quiet. Faust won't hurt you if you don't want her to. She'll respect you."