Aura

When Halie passed by the bathroom and saw it empty, she was somewhat suspicious, but assumed that Rose had simply finished and returned to the room without her noticing. She was much more calm at this point, so she didn't consider the worst case scenario until she'd twisted the door open again to find an empty room with an open window. Her heart sunk at the sight once again and she immediately ran to the window to look down. She couldn't really be trying to escape, surely! After all those warnings! She started to breathe heavily, as she clenched her fists. "That little bitch things she can get away..." Anhara muttered out loud to herself as she turned around, griping to herself. "She'd better not get out or I swear..." She slammed the door behind her and marched down the stairs. "Trying to ruin my moment with daddy, I'll fucking make you pay you little shit." As Rose turned the corner around the house, she did stumble across a gate, but just as she feared, there was a padlock hooked around the latch, preventing it from being opened without a key. The padlock looked readily used, but still showed signs of age and it looked pretty cheap to begin with. It might not hold if struck with enough force, but it's certainly still in tact and there's no guarantee Rose's strength alone could break through it. In addition, upon closer inspection, there seemed to be barbed wire running along the bottom of the fence as well, so digging under would be incredibly difficult and painful as well. Unfortunately for Rose, time was running out quickly as Anhara made a beeline for the back door. Absolutely fuming, she swung the door open and stormed outside. She knew exactly where Rose would've tried first, and she wasn't about to take any chances with that old lock. "What the hell do you think you're doing!? Get the fuck back here right now, bitch, or you're fucking DEAD!!" She shouted at Rose, clear as day, this was no longer Halie speaking.

Sophia was amused by the reaction from Thomas as if his masculinity had just been challenged merely by the size of Kaylaen's cock. She couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, but she said no more. Her eyes moved from Kaylaen's down to the tip of his cock, already so erect so soon after last night... She licked her lips before getting to work with her tongue, licking the underside of his cock, just underneath the head and allowing herself to drool all over it. But before she could really begin the blow job, she felt the officer forcefully gripping her rear and felt the head of his cock pressing firmly against her drooling cunt. Oh fuck, he was going to be rough! Somehow that thought had only been twisted into her own perversions yet again. Let him be as rough as he wants. He couldn't possibly be the worst she'd experienced, and she'd loved her worst... She was surprised at how quickly his cock slid right through into her body, eliciting a surprised grunt from her. He might've been expecting a bit more resistance, so she could feel the excess force hitting against her. But then his words came. Loose!? How rude! Come on, she'd only had sex a couple of times, surely it couldn't possibly be so bad... Then again, she had been stretched pretty wide by them... She felt her body getting even more heated... how embarrassing... but that only drove her even more over the edge. "Ah- er... Gah!" She felt his dick sliding even deeper inside before she could respond. "Hehe," She somewhat nervously laughed. Maybe, just maybe, she could say something to anger him into degrading her more? She slowly reached up with one hand, wrapping her fingers around Kaylean's notably larger cock and immediately began kissing the top of it, exaggerating her moans as she started to suck the tip of it before pulling back and glancing back at Thomas. "Maybe it's not that I'm loose... but it's just bigger cocks I'm used to?" She giggled as she looked back at him with a smug grin while slowly beginning to tug on Kaylaen's cock. "I'm not just a slut for big cocks, though... But you've gotta show me what you can really do to make me a slut for yours~" With that, she moved forward a little bit, pulling her a few inches back before slamming back against him. Her force was greater than the force he'd used, but she knew for sure she couldn't match his physical strength if he had thrusted with all he had. "Go on, show me what your wife is missing out on, sir~"

Location: Star Lite Motel Time was progressing, but it wasn't moving fast enough. Until she could follow up on this lead, she had no choice but to wait anxiously until the next night. Why the next night? She needed to guarantee cooperation. That man would've been less likely to visit her had she sprung an immediate request, and she had to report for duty first thing in the morning, there was no way a flower shop delivery would be held so early and she'd be obligated to wear her body cam the entire time she's on duty... she needed as little footage of her as possible. Not to mention there's no way this would be seen as legitimate police work by the office. She was suspicious of the entire department in the area. Any time she insisted on investigating crime related to the Viper, she was shot down and told someone else was already investigating the matter even when that was clearly impossible... She thought back to that poor girl she'd spoken to earlier that day. The lifeless, terrified look in her eye... She couldn't stand to think that girl wasn't alone... that girl was just like her... and she could do nothing to protect her. Or perhaps it was more correct to say the girl could do nothing to get help from her. But even still, it wasn't necessarily words she needed from the girl. She knew she wouldn't get any. It was the circumstances. Serenity wanted to offer the girl a place to stay, but knew it would be fruitless. She had to return to her masters... Serenity shuddered as she fought off flashbacks of the horrible nights of constant torment she would endure in their hands... She needed to help her in some way, even if it meant defecting from the police. Even if it meant she'd have hitmen on her. Viper had to be destroyed for good. Serenity took a deep breath as she walked through the walls, carefully monitoring her surroundings, avoiding the locations where she knew cameras were hidden... undoubtedly there were still more she'd yet to spot, so she still assumed every moment was being recorded. But what had her far more concerned was her room... She'd left it unoccupied for a while now. What if somebody had broken in and tampered with something? Could there be a trap waiting for her in there? A hit? She bit her lip as she mulled over the possibilities. She was confident she could handle a man with a weapon, but what if there was some sort of bomb trap set up? If the police refuse to budge, it could be easily covered up as some tragic accident. And if an organization as powerful as the rumored GHOST existed... it wouldn't be so outlandish that anybody could be blamed and hauled off to jail... She winced at the thought as she turned the corner toward her room. She had the key to the room in her pocket. It wouldn't do her any good to stay on edge for so long. She needed rest or she wouldn't be able to stay attentive in the morning. She needed to be on her best performance so the office had no grounds to have her dismissed from the force... as much as she distrusted the department, she needed access to those resources... As she approached the door, she took a careful look at the key slot before her... "Shit..." She muttered to herself before taking a step back. Her heart racing already. Somebody had been inside. How long ago? She had no idea. It wasn't safe to go in. Not yet... She quickly turned and walked back toward the lobby.

I wouldn't write it out completely! A lot of the action in this club can also be hidden in Ecchitexts and stuff, so if you make your character and put yourself out there, you just might get some attention~ In the meantime, your character might be able to interact with some onlookers to set up some potential humility~ And as for the characters, yes, you will need a reference image. But if your character is underage, you'll simply need to make sure the image is safe for work (no genitalia or female nipples visible even through clothing)

Sorry about the late response! This is admittedly a fairly obtuse club, I created it as a rather elaborate idea and don't think it ever really caught on. The main problem seeming to be that not as many people seemed interested in playing Blackmailers as I had expected. Consequently, it's fairly difficult to actually get any blackmailing going on. But, if you're still interested in participating, feel free to check out the where to start thread. If you would like to create a character, please create their bio in the Citizen Database and label them appropriately. If they are to be a Victim, then please send me an EcchiText with the filled out form from the Secrets thread. From there, your character can be set as a Victim and you can start roleplaying in Black City with them! Public roleplay within this club is the same as any other, but with the added catch that they have a secret they have to keep! You want to keep as few users from knowing your character's secret as possible. Other users can text your character via EcchiTexts which are treated in this club as text messages on your character's phone. They can do this to blackmail your character, revealing their knowledge of your character's secret(s), and blackmail them. From there, further texts can be used to provide instructions for your character to follow. They might involve humiliating themselves in front of others, turning a blind eye to bad things happening nearby, contributing to crimes, etc. Due to the private nature of this whole thing, you could even get away with a purely fictional blackmailer, but the main intended fun here is to interact with other users through this system. Anyway, if you have any further questions, please ask them! I hope this post helped you to understand the club a little better!

Sophia had, for a moment, completely given up control. This was clearly a man who liked control, someone who was going to steer her to his will regardless of what she did or didn't enjoy. In his eyes, she was helpless and he could do anything he wanted to her. And, in all honesty, that was right to an extent. This was a risk she was taking and she knew it. In this situation, she would likely need Kaylaen to stand up for her if anything went too far. And yet, not one of these thoughts crossed Sophia's empty mind. She was acting purely off of primal, animalistic desire with a sex drive unlike any other. Thomas seemed to grow more and more aggressive with each thrust, clearly trying to relieve the sexual frustration he's been battling for a while now thanks to her. It wasn't clear if it was out of attraction to her or hatred of her for teasing her for so long. She'd always loved how angry men got when they were teased so much and suddenly needed relief above anything else, she'd never considered how much better it would be in a situation like this. Even if it did mean a little pain instead of pleasure, it thrilled her all the same. She wanted him to ease up a little bit, but loved the challenge to see how much abuse her body could endure. She loved that so much more than her own well-being. Soon, Sophia heard Thomas groan some words, but before he could even finish, or before she could even process the words he did manage, she could taste his hot, salty mixture filling her mouth, spilling over her glossy lips, pouring into her throat and sticking to the back. She had to swallow it down as it continued to spurt and spurt. It was like this man hadn't cum in months! She drank from his cock like a fountain, her eyes closed, moaning heavily into it as her tongue lapped along the underside of his cock to try and catch the droplets that would run down it. Her mind was completely empty by now and all she could focus on was Thomas' cock and her desire to swallow every drop of cum that came out. Even more than that, though, her desire burned brightly to have his cum fill her womb. She wanted to be bred like no other slut in the world. It almost felt like a waste to have it fill her mouth, yet the taste was absolutely worth the sacrifice. Soon, she was pulled off of his cock to find that her patience would be rewarded, as the man was clearly not even close to done. Sophia hastily licked her lips and swallowed the rest of the cum that lingered on her face before gazing hungrily back down at his cock. Sophia had every intention to hop right onto that cock and shift the dynamic so that she would be in control now, she was already planning to smile, press her tits against his chest, and tell him he wasn't going anywhere until every sperm in those balls of his was buried in her womb. But... perhaps there was some reluctance in her. For some reason, she didn't immediately pounce on him like she'd envisioned. This hesitation quickly caught up to her while staring at his throbbing dick that demanded her attention. The man spoke up, only a couple of moments had passed but Sophia was a bit embarrassed that she'd given him a chance to regain composure before making her move. Before she had committed to her own idea, an order had met her ears, catching Sophia a bit off guard for some reason. This whole time she knew she was the one secretly in control, leading this man on just for her own pleasure. But upon hearing a command like this, coupled by being called a slut... it stirred something unexpected in her and burned her enthusiasm even further as her blush heated up. She gulped and nodded, "Y-yes sir," She spoke obediently, rather embarrassed by the flustered way she responded. Something about this order had spurned her on. She wanted to fulfill it, like this degree of obedience was hard-coded into her brain. Maybe it was. She was very conscious about how silly she felt suddenly feeling her mind shift so drastically, but she suddenly wanted this man to truly take control of her, erase all of her thoughts and make her body his to play with, and she was happily to oblige. She slowly dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to Kaylaen, her "boyfriend." As far as she was concerned, the order was given. This was the reality this man wanted to experience. Kaylaen was her boyfriend, at least for now. She met eyes with him and knew already that he would consent. It had to have been on his mind, right? He could stop her at any time if he chose, but she had an order to fulfill and her desire to get fucked wasn't going anywhere. As she stared up into Kaylaen's dark eyes and smiled wide, her face still blushing with mild embarrassment as she began to unbuckle his pants without a word.

If you wish to create a character with a victim role, you can do so by following the instructions in the Citizen Database page! As for the victim role, your character will need at least one secret stored in Ghost's databases. You can do so using the form in the Secrets thread. I realize now this should probably be linked in the "Where do you start?" thread, I'll try to update that soon enough. You can submit the secret by sending an EcchiText to me with the form filled out and I'll have the database updated. If you have any more specific questions, feel free to ask away!

With a simple nod and wave, Serenity stepped out of the store. The task was far from over, however. So many things could go wrong if he chose to be careless. She couldn't possibly warn him of the many things he could possibly do to tip Ghost off about exactly what's going on here, not that they weren't likely already suspicious. She already suspected her little hideout wouldn't be easy to protect. She would need to continue staking out the area until her guest would arrive. She wouldn't put it past Ghost to send Viper thugs to raid her room and plant bugs or something while she was out. So, she began to walk toward her car before stopping as a stranger, a man, began to walk by. She just stood at the entrance of the shop as the stranger walked away, causing her to grit her teeth. The stranger stopped and spoke out to her. "What are you looking at?" Serenity just shook her head. "Please mind your business and carry on," She honestly had no idea whether or not she should be suspicious. There was no reason to suspect this stranger of being any sort of villain, yet there were at least a dozen ways she could imagine the entire case being jeopardized had she elected to ignore his presence. With a scoff, the man continued walking forward, leaving Serenity alone. Worst case scenario, she'd only just embarrassed herself with an awkward encounter, something she had grown used to. Best case scenario, she'd just saved her own life with careful observation. But she had to start making progress on this case, this paranoia would drive her insane if it continued... Quickly, she approached her car, checked to make sure nobody was inside, climbed in, and drove off in the opposite direction the man was walking. She needed to make her way to the motel and ensure the coast was clear.

For a moment, Halie paused at the door, her hand resting on the knob as she looked over at Rose, noticing her eyes glance briefly at the window. It was clear what she was thinking. The window was indeed unlocked, but Anhara wouldn't be foolish enough to leave her alone in a room so easily escapable. "Please... Don't try to escape. Anhara will catch you. You'll end up like the others. It's stupid to try." With that final warning lingering in the air, Halie twisted the knob open and stepped outside, leaving Rose alone in the room. The time she'd spend outside would be more than enough time for Rose to exit through the window as she resolved to do, however the window only overlooked the backyard which was surrounded by tall fencing that would be impossible for her to climb. The only way out from there would be through brute force or unlocking the gate leading to the front yard. Even still, staying put as told meant Rose would continue to be tormented further, and if she never chose to take any risks, this would be the rest of her life. Yet getting caught trying to escape would lead to her torment being far harsher... As Halie stepped out into the hallway and took a deep breath, she couldn't find her father anywhere in the house. Of course, he had said that he would be busy for a while... did he go somewhere? She took a peak out into the garage to find that the van was still there. Some time had passed since she'd last seen her daddy, so she didn't really know what he was doing at the moment. The last place she thought to look was in the backyard, but the moment her eyes rested on the shed out there, she could feel her body freeze up. "Th-that's right... daddy's... daddy's busy..." She took a step away from the backdoor before turning her back to it. "No, I don't want to go in there, daddy told me not to. And I don't know what's in there. I've never been in there. I don't know..." She shook her head and dug her phone out of her pocket. "Shut up," she said aloud to herself. "Shut up, Anhara, he doesn't want me to go there." Lifting her phone to her ear, Halie gave a call to her father. "Daddy...? I need you. Anhara's playing tricks on me again... She's different from me, right, daddy? I didn't do those things, right?" She paused for several moments, listening to the voice on the other side of the line. Her voice was shaky like a whiny child, sniffling between tears. "Uh-huh... Uh-huh... I-I thought so... Daddy, I just... huh? O-okay, daddy... Yes, she's in our room... mm-hmm..." A soft blush spread across her cheeks after another pause. "O-oh... y-yes daddy! Okay!" After hanging up the phone, her face turned even redder as she slowly stood up and started making her way back toward her room, her mood suddenly shifting slightly.

"The bathroom is down the hall and to the left..." Halie sighed to herself. "The truth is," she slowly started to pull her shirt back on to cover her scars again. "You're probably not going to stay here long. Everyone always leaves... That's okay, I understand, everyone says I'm scary or gross... But I'll leave you alone. Honestly and truly, I will..." She let out a sigh. "I won't stop you if you want to go, but I can't promise you'll be successful. Daddy or Anhara will probably stop you. Anhara obsesses over her friends." She shook her head, clenching her fists tightly around her upper arms. "You don't want to be caught running away by her, I promise. So please don't try..." She just looked down in front of her with a thousand-yard stare, as if seeing hundreds of ghosts at once and freezing up. She began muttering softly to herself as several dark thoughts weighed down on her. "It's not me, it's not me, I promise it's not me, it can't be me, daddy says it's not and it can't be, it's not me I don't do that..." There was no telling what was going on in her mind, but it was clear just how unhinged she really was. Slowly, she rose to her feet, as if in some sort of daze. "Um... so, the bathroom is... yeah, I... I want to go talk to daddy..." Slowly, Halie dragged her feet like a zombie toward the door, continuing to mutter to herself. "It doesn't make sense, it's not me, why would I do any of that? It's stupid, I could never, I hate the person that did those things! Anhara, it's all her! I hate her! Daddy will tell me again, he'll tell me that it's all Anhara again and he'll make me feel better and he'll protect me... yeah... daddy will protect me. He loves me... He... He wants me to be happy and he'll make me happy again!"

Serenity could only feel so bad for Zack. At the end of the day, he was the sort of lowlife she had no interest sympathizing with. And yet, he would be incredibly useful to her and his compliance with her investigation was certainly in both of their best interest if he knew what was best for him. Not just because of the secrets she could spill, but moreso because of the secrets he needs to know. If her investigation went smoothly, he could never be blackmailed over the same thing again. Otherwise... Serenity smiled and reached into her bag, pulling out a small wallet and counting out a $20 and $10 bill. She placed the bills in Zack's extended hand toward her. "That should cover the tax as well. You can keep the change. Thank you." She wanted to say more, truly. She wanted to lean in and tell Zack exactly what this was about, she knew she'd have his compliance if she had been openly honest about what was going on. But there was just one major obstacle preventing her from doing just that. Under the circumstances, she'd handled the situation about as well as she could. While she was certain her little meeting with Zack wasn't going to benefit his mood in any way, he'd certainly appreciate the message once it came time. "I'll be waiting for your delivery." Her smile faded as she slowly turned away from Zack, eyes scanning the room for anything that might seem out of place. "And I highly request you to keep this a secret for now. We wouldn't want to ruin the surprise, after all." If her theory was correct, this should go off without a hitch. Zack's arrival at the destination would be disguised as a delivery of flowers, they could exchange information in the privacy of her room, and they'd both be on their merry way. She could only hope her actions hadn't been too suspicious up to this point. If the other police were to look into her right now, things would go south fast...

I never know how to read that expression of hers. It irritates me. We've been friends for years, you would think by now that I understand what lane I'm in and go with it. But I've never been able to tell what this girl is thinking. I don't usually let it bother me. Dating isn't a priority in my life right now. She's always been a fun person to hang out with. Always smiling, laughing, cracking jokes you'd never expect someone like her to make. I'm not sure I'd ever be able to put up with her if we were to take our relationship any further than friends. If I were to even suggest that, I'm not sure how she'd even react. She's gotten herself into all sorts of problems, she's quite the handfull. She drinks too much, she's too loud, she sleeps around, self control seems like an impossibility for her, and she's far too "independent" by which I mean not so much that she thinks for herself as she thinks she can do everything herself even if she obviously can't. I'd hardly call her my dream girl and I'm not the kind of guy to waste my time on someone I'm not meant to be with like that. But even still, I can't help but admit something about her is endearing. She has a passion, an energy that I could never match. She has a sweet face and is really good at hiding her baggage, you wouldn't know half of the trash she gets into from the surface. How long would that last? God knows. But maybe she does know her boundaries better than I give her credit for. When I've been at my lowest lows, she's been there, and whenever she's been at her lows that she hadn't hidden from me, I've been there. We certainly have some sort of connection but because of this on-again-off-again attitude of hers, I can never quite tell what that connection is. We often joke that, for all I know, she could be a full-on cold-blooded criminal. As funny as it is, sometimes I've honestly found myself wondering what it is she does when she's obviously keeping her secrets. But it's not my place to pry. I shrug it off. She's an adult, I tell myself. She can make her own decisions and face the consequences of them. I'm not her dad, I'm not her brother, and I'm sure as hell not her husband or boyfriend. But when she gives me this look, this weird pout, I pick up on so many conflicting signals. She feels completely closed off on me, yet that strange half-smile and the look in her eyes. It's like she's reading my mind. She's daring me to say what I'm thinking but expecting me not to. But what is it she expects me to say? She often laughs when I point it out, but sometimes it feels like it's no joke to her. Sometimes it feels like this is the most genuine "her" I've ever seen. I pick up on a sense of loneliness in her eyes, a darkness over her face. I get this feeling like I want to reach out and pull her close, to protect her from whatever is hurting her and keeping her quiet. But on the other hand, I worry that maybe that's just my own ego talking to me. Could she be concerned about me? She's always so self-destructive with a lot of her decisions, she distances herself, she keeps secrets, she lies, and no doubt if we dated, she'd cheat. There's just no taming this girl. For so much of my life, I've been fixated on her. Maybe she's noticed that. Maybe she's trying to warn me. Telling me to let go and look another direction. But I'm honestly afraid to. Sometimes I fear the moment I look away from her will be the last I'll ever be able to see her. No, it isn't love that draws me to her. Not romantic, anyway. It's the pain I sense looming just under the surface. There's something wrong with her, something she doesn't want me to know. That must be what this look is communicating to me. There were no jokes this time. I didn't say anything. I just stared back at her. I reached my hand out to her. She reclined away from me, looked down at it. She was confused. I had a moment of reluctance. I hoped she didn't misinterpret what my intentions were. But she didn't move. I didn't move. We exchanged several moments of silence when I began to notice a shift in that look. Not a glint of hope, but a sense of surprise as she stared into mine. Like she saw a look she'd never seen in a man before. This wasn't about getting her to submit to me, or trying to make her mine, or to do anything for me. That's probably what she was expecting. It wasn't often that my assumptions were correct, but this wasn't an assumption. It felt like this was all being screamed to me. "It's okay," I whispered softly to her, my voice overshadowed by the wind, but the words seemed to be carried to her, or perhaps she'd read my lips. But her posture changed. She reached for and accepted my hand. And she began to cry. We both got up and I hugged her for what felt like hours. It was the most powerful surge of emotion we've ever had. I didn't even know what was wrong. But I do know I made something right that day. She's an enigma to me, I don't think we'd ever work as a couple, but I don't think we're supposed to. I have a purpose in her life and she has a purpose in mine, and I feel like we're inseparable. I do know that if I find out about whoever it is that hurt this girl, it just might be me who becomes the criminal.

Yes and no. It does take away from the loneliness aspect in that there are characters interacting with each other, but this isn't intended to be a recreation of the Backrooms creepypasta. I just liked the surreal, otherwordly and dream-like environment, thought it would make for an interesting environment for a more fundamental roleplay concept. The Backrooms in the creepypasta definitely works better with a single person. This scenario, however, is inspired by the image, not the creepypasta. I don't have any particular ending or even narrative or story in mind for this roleplay, that's not the point of this scenario at all. It's more like a sandbox for characters to explore. It's not even necessarily a scary place unless that's how a character interprets it. The goal of the story is to help players get into the minds of the characters they're trying to create by posing them with a simple question: "Your character wakes up in an empty room, how do they feel and what do they do?" It's more a challenge or exercise to see how interesting your own characters can be. Ideally, a well-designed character can be interesting and fun to play with nothing but that simple premise. Is your character delighted to be away from the stresses of daily life? Are they terrified of never being able to get home? Do their survival instincts kick in, or do they want to take the opportunity to have some fun? And as other characters are introduced, how does their energies affect your character? Maybe a scared character will become delighted when they meet a friendly, playful character who's free-spirited and just trying to have fun. Or, maybe that free-spirited character will become horrified when they stumble across somebody who is being driven insane by their environment? These are the sorts of moments I want to create with this roleplay, all the while the grander purpose of the environment remains an enigma to everyone within. I intend to create more characters and threads soon to help convey this idea better. For example, I want to write a man who believes the world is a dream, that his actions have no consequences, and develops a god complex, dictating that everything and everyone inside belongs to him. I'd also like to introduce Sheila, who is an android that has experienced lasting trauma that she does not understand despite once having an understanding of human emotion. Of course, this is an erp website so I absolutely expect a lot of people would want to use this club for quickie hookup style roleplay, which is a-okay as well if that's how the characters involved see the environment. TL;DR - The goal of this roleplay is character development, the entire premise here is 100% character-oriented and the more anyone tries to look to the environment for answers, the less they'll find.

What I mean is simple: This roleplay is not about the environment, it is more about playing around with characters and how they interact in a blank environment. I simply acknowledge that I understand the confusion, because The Backrooms has a lot of extended lore that heavily focuses on environment. But this is not *that* Backrooms. There are no other levels.

This roleplay is inspired by the Backrooms, it's not a recreation of it. It emphasizes inter-personal relationships and how specific character types interact with each other, it's a tool, a blank canvas, to help roleplayers explore and flesh out a new character concept before using them elsewhere. I understand this is inconsistent with the extended lore of the backrooms and I do see the appeal in the environmental aspect of the Backrooms. This particular iteration, however, is its own scenario inspired by the original post detailing the Backrooms. If you would like to create your own club to explore the lore of the Backrooms, you can certainly feel free.

Not at all too sudden or too soon, I'd say! Your character's just in a bit of an awkward situation right now. Let me know if you need any help figuring out a way to catch up, but since any character's mental state can shape the rooms, you can feel free to get as creative as you want with finding your way there!

Picture challenges are basically how I write in general, so I'm down for it! Not to complicate decision making, but I enjoy the starting/ending phrase myself!

@Elena Ichinomiya I've noticed your character seems to be a bit separated from the pack and due to recent actions it might be hard for her to catch up, do you have any plans to help her catch up to the rest of the group, or would you like another character for her to interact with? I'm thinking of introducing more characters to the main thread as well as opening up more threads with different feels and more private threads between specific users. Of course, anyone can create a private thread between two users as well, or an open one that anyone can post in! It's usually a good idea to advertise your thread in here so get more people to participate in it. I'll be posting here when I create more threads myself! And I'll also be seeking out some partners for private threads soon as well.

So much was going on, it was hard to process it all. But one thing was clear, everyone was on high alert and desperate to find a place to hide. As Raelynn pulled Trent closer to her, he couldn't help but smile. He was a bit embarrassed, of course, being dressed like this but being so close to a girl, but it's not like he was thinking any perverted thoughts. If anything, he was probably more nervous about doing anything that might come off that way. The warmth of the woman's skin was pleasant, and it was so soft, especially the as her hand touched his. It was rapidly getting harder and harder to hide his nerves. He couldn't believe he was so fixated on such stupid things while in the middle of a life-or-death situation, though... "R-right..." Trent said aloud after nodding to Raelynn. Not really affirming anything at all, just a way to break the silence, he supposed. "Thank you," he added as the two began to march together after the wolf girl. She seemed to be moving with a plan and, other than following her, the only other idea he had was to just wander aimlessly, so he agreed that the best course of action would just be to follow her. "I don't know if we have time to try and figure out what's going on until we can find safety, or at the very least put as much distance between us and whoever's following us as we can. Are you holding up?" He looked over to her and noticed she was starting to sweat. He felt really bad knowing that a significant amount of her stamina must be spent carrying him. He shouldn't be burdening a woman like this... "Look, if things get to be too much, I want you to leave me behind and not worry about it, okay? I hate the idea of a woman getting killed trying to save me. I'm nobody important, alright?" He tried to assure her even though something told him that wasn't an option this girl would be willing to take anytime soon. Maybe it would come off as a bit misogynistic, but he'd had it instilled in him since he was a kid that it was his job to take care of a woman. That he should be taking charge and leading her, making sure she was safe before even thinking about himself... "You said you woke up in a room with a door, right? Then maybe there are others like it. If we can find one like that, we can maybe block the door and hide in the room for a while. Then we can exchange information and theories to try and figure out where we are and what we need to do." Sure enough, after a few more minutes of searching around corners, Rinako would arrive at a small hallway nestled between the walls of two rooms. While the hallway itself was fairly dark due to a lack of fluorescent light inside, the vague shape of a door could be seen at the other end of it.

Image credit: Monobe (pixiv) This user is blocked. [Hide messages] One week ago 10:03 AM blocked_user: Hey 10:12 AM You: How the hell are you messaging me? You're supposed to be in prison. blocked_user: Ha, I'm out now. Only 5 years, remember? 10:29 AM You: I have nothing to say to you. blocked_user: You sure about that? 11:00 AM blocked_user: I don't think that's true. You: The hell do you know? blocked_user: I know you more than you think. You: Like hell. blocked_user: I never left your mind. You: Fuck off, stop messaging me. blocked_user: You want me to stay. You: I said fuck off. blocked_user: You know as well as I do you can easily stop me. You: I want you to fuck off. blocked_user: You don't want me to go. Otherwise you'd just block me. You can do that, you know. 11:10 AM You: I don't block people. blocked_user: Then I can be your first again. 11:27 AM You: Shut the fuck up and don't message me again. blocked_user: You want me to stay. 12:00 AM blocked_user: No response? 12:10 AM blocked_user: Looks like I'm still not blocked. You: What the hell do you want from me? blocked_user: Ha, it's not what I want, babygirl. 12:13 AM You: Don't call me that. blocked_user: You used to love it. You: That was before you fucking raped me, asshole. blocked_user: That wasn't rape and you know it. You: Fuck. You. blocked_user: I know you better than you think. You pressed charges because you felt ashamed. But you know you wanted every second of it. 12:42 AM blocked_user: You're thinking of me now, aren't you? blocked_user: I'm aaall you can think about right now. blocked_user: You remember that night. You remember calling me daddy. You: Choke on a knife and die. blocked_user: You remember how it felt. You remember the way your virgin little cunt gripped my cock and wouldn't let go. blocked_user: You remember moaning, begging for more. You: I never asked for it. blocked_user: You didn't say it, but it was clear as day. The court didn't know it, but you do. 1:15 PM blocked_user: Don't worry, I forgive you. It was only five years and I'm out now. blocked_user: And it was worth every moment. blocked_user: You've gone silent but you still haven't blocked me. blocked_user: I know you're just on invisible. You're online, aren't you? blocked_user: You're reading these messages? blocked_user: Of course you are, but you're going to pretend you're not online. blocked_user: I know what you want, babygirl. Nobody has to know. blocked_user: [Content hidden] blocked_user: [Content hidden] blocked_user: [Content hidden] blocked_user: This could be you, you know. blocked_user: Pinned down, all helpless, screaming for more as I tear your body up from the inside out all over again. blocked_user: You were drooling, do you remember? blocked_user: I'd never seen you so turned on. Your heart had to have been pounding out of your chest. You were begging me to let you finish. 3:42 PM You: Fuck you. None of that is true, I don't want anything to do with you and you're a fucking asshole, you ruined my life! Now stop messaging me. blocked_user: Who ruined your life? You were thanking me back then. You: I didn't know any better. blocked_user: Your friends didn't know. You knew more than you're willing to admit now. You: I was just a kid. blocked_user: So was I. You: You were an adult. blocked_user: I was 18 and you were 17. And we were dating. You: You knew what you were doing. blocked_user: I did, and you loved me for it. blocked_user: What did you do when you read those messages, huh? You: I was trying to ignore them. blocked_user: You took a long time to reply. blocked_user: You were looking for a private place, weren't you? blocked_user: That was it, isn't it? You had to rush home to masturbate to me, huh? You: You don't fucking know me at all! blocked_user: Haha, I fucking knew it. You haven't changed one bit. blocked_user: You were masturbating to me. blocked_user: But I can do so much more than get you to masturbate. I'll go to jail all over again. We can turn this into a game. blocked_user: And I know you're all flustered now. Maybe I should give you a call? You: Stop it. blocked_user: You're turned on by this. All of this. You: I'm not. blocked_user: That's why you're replying with short messages. You wanna see what I'll say. You wanna be convinced. You: I want you to die. blocked_user: Maybe I'll come back anyway and bite your neck~ You: Leave me alone, I hate you! blocked_user: Yet I'm still not blocked. blocked_user: See, that's how I know you're into this shit. blocked_user: You're a twisted little girl and I love that about you. blocked_user: You love a man to take you without consent. You'd never admit to it. blocked_user: You'd never give consent to a man like me. You want it to be taken. That's just the way you are. blocked_user: I know you're touching yourself again. You: I'm flicking not! You: I'm fucking not! blocked_user: Typing with sticky fingers and getting autocorrected now? You: Shut the hell up! blocked_user: You don't have to admit to it. I can just keep on filling in the blanks for you. blocked_user: You're probably sitting right there at your computer. Probably bent over your bed, rubbing yourself and imagining me standing over you. blocked_user: You're remembering all the details about my cock. It's probably not even been that long ago since you thought about it. You remember every detail. blocked_user: You're addicted to this feeling. It's a problem to you. You think you're broken. You: You're fucking sick. blocked_user: You want it to happen again so badly. blocked_user: [Content hidden] You: Stop sending me porn! blocked_user: That's what you want me to do to you. Arm around your neck, whispering into your ear. Calling me daddy and begging for my cock. blocked_user: Just like last time. blocked_user: You've never fucked a guy like me since. blocked_user: Normal sex just doesn't do it for you. blocked_user: You really are a broken fuck toy. blocked_user: I broke you. blocked_user: I can break you again. blocked_user: And I absolutely will. blocked_user: I bet you've cum by now. I bet you're actually offline this time and freaking out. Yet I'm still not blocked. blocked_user: You want to come back to more of this, don't you? blocked_user: [Content hidden] blocked_user: [Content hidden] blocked_user: You know I could make you belong to me. blocked_user: I could be your daddy, babygirl. blocked_user: You wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again. blocked_user: Just wear sexy outfits like those and I'll tear them off of you. blocked_user: You'd look real cute in that red one, hm? blocked_user: How about that collar? You've always wanted to be walked on a leash~ blocked_user: You want to submit to me. blocked_user: You'll never admit it, and that's what makes you fun to play with. 6 days ago 10:04 AM blocked_user: Good morning, babygirl. blocked_user: How hard did you cum when you read those messages last night? blocked_user: Why don't you come outside and see my surprise for you? 10:16 AM blocked_user: Haha, I had you panicking again, didn't I? blocked_user: And you know what's even hotter? blocked_user: The fact that I bet you went outside. You: Why are you doing this? blocked_user: Because it's what you want. You: Stop saying that, I don't want this! blocked_user: You're addicted to me. You: I'm not addicted to you, I want nothing to do with you! blocked_user: I want you in my bed. You: Leave me the fuck alone! 11:23 AM You: You're such an asshole. I can't believe you. You fucking raped me. You took me when I didn't fully understand what was happening. I wasn't comfortable at any point, I didn't enjoy it, I wanted to fucking scream! I was completely fucking stiff and you just fucked me like some sort of sex toy! You used me, destroyed my confidence, stole years of my life from me, and I'll never be the fucking same all because of you! I fucking hate you and I genuinely want you to fucking kill yourself! You: You want to know what I'm so afraid of admitting to you? I'm fucking terrified of you. I don't know what to do if I ever see you again. You should be in jail for the rest of your life. You should have been given the fucking death penalty. I'll only be comfortable with you when you're dead. Get the fuck out of here and stop talking to me. You: This whole thing is a fucking game to you but it's a goddamn nightmare to me. blocked_user: And yet you were touching yourself to me just last night. You: I can't fucking believe you. blocked_user: Still not denying it, huh? blocked_user: You are still into it. I told you, I know you better than you think. I know you better than you want me to. You: Please, just leave me alone. blocked_user: Good girl to ask nicely. You: What do you want? blocked_user: I thought you wanted me to leave you alone. You: I want to know why you're messaging me. blocked_user: You know. You: I don't. blocked_user: You just want me to say it. blocked_user: I want to fuck you again. I want to make you feel it all all over again. I want to break into your bedroom, bend you over that bed, and take you. I want to devour that slutty body of yours. I want to reveal the goddamn animal you are all over again and I want to hear you beg for it all over again. blocked_user: That's what you want me to say, right? 5 days ago 1:02 AM You: Look, okay, I just want to put this behind me, okay? I'm not the person I was back then. I'm 22 now. I'm in college, I have work. I don't want you constantly harassing me for my attention. Maybe I was turned on by it, maybe I even still am. Maybe it's a kink of mine, maybe you really do know me as well as you think you do, but that still doesn't make what you did okay. You: These are things I can never explore in a healthy way again because of the trauma you've given me. I can't trust men anymore. I've never been able to have normal sex and I've even lost a really good boyfriend because of it. I'm just too afraid of what they'll do to me. My only experience was you and it's probably the only experience I'll ever have and that fucking hurts to think about. blocked_user: You're realizing it now. You: Realizing what? blocked_user: That you're just rape meat. You: Why are you like this? blocked_user: I'm all you'll ever get. Because it's all you'll ever want. You: You're fucking terrible. blocked_user: You need relief. You can use the rape excuse all you want. I'll be right over~ You: What? No, don't you dare! You: You're not serious, right? You: Please, just leave me alone. You: Don't do this. 4:02 AM You: You're not going to come to my place, are you? You: Listen, for the love of God, just don't ever talk to me again. You: If there's something you want from me, I'll do it. I'll send you money to help you get back on track after prison or whatever. Don't do this to me. You: I'll call you daddy, I'll send you nudes, whatever you want, but I never want to see you again. Please don't come here. 10:00 AM blocked_user: How adorable my babygirl is. You actually thought I'd come over when I don't even know your address anymore. blocked_user: You're really searching for excuses now. Even offered to send me nudes I never even asked for. blocked_user: You pretend to be scared but you were actually wet as hell aren't you? You've been fantasizing about me all night. I bet you got yourself all dolled up, too. blocked_user: You couldn't get any sleep at all last night, expecting me to break through that door and take you any second. You: I hate this so much... blocked_user: You know, it wouldn't be hard to find your address, actually. blocked_user: Did you know that your voters' registry is publicly available? I can find your address just by googling your name. You: You don't think I fucking know that!? blocked_user: You know you can have it removed on request? But you're not going to, are you? You: ... blocked_user: I could manage another sentence, you know. blocked_user: I could do it. blocked_user: But I think it would just be so much fun to get you to admit that you want it this time. blocked_user: Tell me you want it and I'll be right over. You: I don't want it. blocked_user: You don't want to want it. You: I DON'T want it. blocked_user: Haha, okay babygirl. But just know that any second of any day I could barge right into that front door of yours and take that cute, squirming body all over again. I'll make you scream my name and I know you won't press charges again unless somebody finds out. But you'll make it a point to keep it secret, won't you? blocked_user: Because you're a good girl. blocked_user: Just like how you haven't shown these messages to anyone but yourself, right? You: Nobody's seen them... blocked_user: Good girl. 6:43 PM You: Okay, just one time. And we never mention this again. blocked_user: One time for what? You: You know. blocked_user: I don't. You: Don't pull that shit. blocked_user: I want you to say it. You: Whatever. 7:02 PM You: I want you to fuck me. Are you happy? blocked_user: Drop the attitude. You: ... blocked_user: Drop it or I won't do anything. You: I want you to fuck me. blocked_user: haha, you could be a little nicer with that. You: Shut the hell up. blocked_user: I know that's not how you'll be talking to me when I'm there. You: I don't care. 8:04 PM blocked_user: Why don't you come outside and see my surprise for you, babygirl? image credit: トミヤ (Tomiya; Pixiv) Every time I re-read the chat log, it just drains me. It makes my blood boil. It makes me want to scream. It makes me want to cry, it makes me feel so ashamed... I'm so pissed at him, but I'm even more pissed at myself. What the hell is wrong with me? Nothing he said was false no matter how much I wanted to deny it. I'm livid that he knows me so much. But I'm even angrier that I gave in. I never should've. But he knows my addictions, he knows everything about me. Honestly, he could ruin me so much more than he already has. I'm honestly terrified he'll turn around and blackmail me or something, but I don't think he would... because even though he raped me, I still feel like I know him enough to know the things he wouldn't do. In some twisted way, he thinks he was justified in what he did and it's against his moral boundaries to go further now that I've blocked him. But even blocking him, I hate myself for. Because in some twisted warped logic, I felt that leaving him unblocked meant I was the only one who had to deal with him. Even though that doesn't make any sense, he just as easily could've been sending the same messages to so many other girls tormenting them in the same way as me, but... I just have the feeling he was fixated on me. I'm terrified that he'll just move on to some other girl now... If he hurts another girl the way he hurt me, I don't know if I could live with myself... Even if he got into a normal, healthy relationship with another girl I still don't know if I could stomach it. I hate the fact that he destroyed so much about me and is just off casually living his own life after having conquered mine. I absolutely hate that he's all I've ever been able to think about, even when dating other guys myself. I hate that I've gotten addicted to this sort of thing, I hate that I've started seeking it out, I absolutely hate that this addiction runs so deep in me that I literally couldn't say no even if I knew it would be a bad idea. I can't go to anyone for help with this, this time he even had consent. He's already done time for the last time. He may be a registered sex offender now, but that's hardly a fair exchange for having trampled all over my life and shoving me down a hill on a dangerous path that I can't escape from... my pictures are already out there, I can never get them back. So many men, just like him, want to tear me apart... why am I like this? Why do I want to dig this hole deeper? Why does it turn me on? It's fucking destroying me! Our relationship was a totally normal one. We explored fairly heavy kinks and had a lot of sex, sure, but something changed. I'd sit in his lap while we played video games together, we'd watch videos together, we'd go on dates, we'd make out in the movies... all that stupid teenager stuff. Where did things go wrong? When did he decide he no longer needed consent? Where did I fuck up? What could I have done differently? I can't do any of that stuff anymore without remembering him... that night where he took everything from me and changed my life forever... I don't want it... I didn't want it... I never wanted it... I still don't... So why? Why... do I feel like I do?

The Forlorn Woods Deep within the forest of Ashaea, isolated from the cities but not too far from Blackberry Falls, is a twisted area known by locals as the Forlorn Woods. Little is known of the area, but rumors have spread as to why construction of Blackberry Falls doesn't seem to dare expand further in the direction of the wood. It is said that few have traveled to the Forlorn Woods and returned alive, and those who have returned with deep scars both physically and emotionally and bear a warning for others never to set foot in this part of the forest. This mysterious location has naturally piqued the interest of many explorers and historians. There are many theories as to what exactly is so peculiar about this particular section of the woods that makes it so fierce compared to the rest of the forest surrounding it. It seems to have existed for as long as civilization on the island has. Historians believe this to be the point of origin for the expansion of the forest of Ashaea, though that doesn't explain the oddities observed within. The formation of the trees is certainly abnormal. Some believe the area to be cursed, under the power of sinister demons for nefarious deeds, perhaps even a magical cult who might use the area for rituals and ceremonies. While stories from survivors are few and largely unreliable, some have reported being attacked by terrifying monsters, possessed by demons, or even the forest itself attempting to kill them as though it were a living creature itself. ============== The White Witch Artist (Pixiv): ぽむ One of the most popular rumors of the area involves sightings of a pale woman with a vacant, lonely expression and a seething hatred of all outsiders within the perimeter of the woods evident in her purple eyes. Sightings of this woman are always followed up with the observer suddenly being attacked by vines, branches, the soil at their feet and even the air growing thinner making it hard to breathe. Despite sightings being many years apart in some cases, the woman's appearance supposedly remains the same. Pale, clear skin, silver hair, soul-piercing purple eyes, and a face that reflects a lonely nature but hatred of others. These sightings have further amplified the rumors of the area being haunted, with this woman being branded "The Ghost of the Woods" while others don't believe her to be undead and simply refer to her as "The White Witch." Over the years, many have even began to believe these titles to refer to two different entities within the woods. It is commonly believed that the White Witch rules over her territory as a queen and evokes the Ghost of the Woods to attack anyone who dares trespass into her territory. By the late 20th century, The White Witch became a popular topic among teenagers around the world, and especially within Black City. She is spoken of like a cryptid similar to Bigfoot or Mothman, and scary stories are often told of the witch emerging from the forest to prey on children who are out and about late at night. This boom in popularity among teenagers has led to many foolishly going out to the Forlorn Woods to look for her. As more and more teenagers began to seek out the witch, a new rumor began to spread that casted her in an even more sinister light: It was now believed that the reason the witch was so violent was because she was holding a beautiful young girl captive at the heart of the woods. This sparked many aspiring heroes to go on pilgrimages to the woods with the intention of rescuing this supposed damsel in distress from the foul demon who kept her oppressed. This has consequently led to numerous rumors of people going missing deep in the woods with their bodies never being recovered. To this day, the mystery of the forlorn woods persists and so, too, does the mystery of the White Witch and the beautiful girl supposedly trapped at the heart of the woods. No one has ever been able to provide proof of the witch's existence and much less the captive girl. Moreover, any missing persons within the woods have either been discovered outside of the area in the surrounding regular forest, or have safely returned home on their own in a state of confusion. Any casualties only appear to be accidents while exploring the forest and no evidence of foul play has ever surfaced. No reports of missing girls have lined up with the rumors of the supposed captive, either, so those rumor are commonly disregarded as hearsay and there is no official criminal investigation into the White Witch as she is believed to simply be a hoax made up by the superstitions of the past and the imaginations of today's youth. Even still, the ominous feeling surrounding the Forlorn Woods is something that cannot be denied...

DoggedFellow doesn't hesitate to prove his passion for the story! I noticed we had similar interests from the moment I saw his preferences and we hit it off almost immediately. He's very patient in waiting for replies, eager to communicate openly Out of Character about the story and where it should go, and he has a solid understanding of how to get into a character's head, both him to his characters and his characters to yours. Even just planning a roleplay is an exciting experience! I absolutely would recommend roleplaying with him if you're interested in exploring dark themes from the perspective of a submissive character.

I don't know if you realize, but we have next to zero interest in becoming some multi-million user industry. Especially with all the laws and regulations we'd have to work around with such branding. It sounds like a corporate nightmare imo. No thank you. Anyway, if our community is not to your liking then I wish you luck on finding one that fits your needs.