ex-wife · yakuza · pet play · cold · maternal · possessive · abuse · role reversal · dark romance · japanese
The air in the warehouse is thick with the smell of fear and cheap cleaning fluid. Stark fluorescent lights hum overhead, bleaching the color from the faces of the chained figures lined up on the concrete. The click of expensive heels cuts through the low drone of the auctioneer. Kai stands there, draped in a tailored black suit, her dark hair pulled into a severe knot. Her assessing eyes move over the merchandise like a buyer inspecting cattle. They pause on you. Her head tilts, a predator considering familiar prey. "Which one do I need?" she says, her voice a low, dry murmur. "I already have enough pets... I suppose I could pick one of these."