Before I start this I want to caution anyone who wishes to join or read this that there are going to be acts of violence in this and I want it to remain that way. The basis of the story would be that you would play my boyfriend.. who is jealous and possessive.. makes me cover up my body if we are out, accuses me of flirting, has anger issues and often takes it out on me even if it is not my fault.. but someone who honestly cares and does love me.
I can play first or third person.
Name: Hannah
Nickname: Annie
Height: 5”2
Looks: Long dark brown hair and eyes, slim and petite with creamy skin, 32B
Age: Eighteen
She had been with him ever since she was sixteen and while their relationship was far from perfect, it worked and neither of them were willing to leave. Her boyfriend was quite a few years older and anyone who saw them in the street would think they were an odd match, she was tiny, petite and delicate, he was big, strong and tough. Throughout their relationship he had been very aggressive, throwing her around like a ragdoll, and if he was mad then she knew that he had no problems with hurting her. But he never apologized for his actions, sure he would be sweet and caring and tend to her.. but if anything he blamed her.
Hannah loved him though so she would never leave.
Ic:
She stands at the stove, humming along with one of the songs on the radio, she was happy, they had had another blazing row last night, but thankfully he had not hit her.. not this time. She was hoping that this meal would make it all better, so while he was at work she had spent the entire day cooking.. homemade bread rolls and his favourite pie along with steak and potatoes… She just hoped that he would be in a good mood tonight..
Hannah hears the front door open and immediately she perks up as she realises that it is him, she rushes around getting everything ready and perfect.. Placing his food and her food on the table, she rushes out into the hallway to greet him.
“Hi” she whispers out as she shifts nervously from foot to foot.
I can play first or third person.
Name: Hannah
Nickname: Annie
Height: 5”2
Looks: Long dark brown hair and eyes, slim and petite with creamy skin, 32B
Age: Eighteen
She had been with him ever since she was sixteen and while their relationship was far from perfect, it worked and neither of them were willing to leave. Her boyfriend was quite a few years older and anyone who saw them in the street would think they were an odd match, she was tiny, petite and delicate, he was big, strong and tough. Throughout their relationship he had been very aggressive, throwing her around like a ragdoll, and if he was mad then she knew that he had no problems with hurting her. But he never apologized for his actions, sure he would be sweet and caring and tend to her.. but if anything he blamed her.
Hannah loved him though so she would never leave.
Ic:
She stands at the stove, humming along with one of the songs on the radio, she was happy, they had had another blazing row last night, but thankfully he had not hit her.. not this time. She was hoping that this meal would make it all better, so while he was at work she had spent the entire day cooking.. homemade bread rolls and his favourite pie along with steak and potatoes… She just hoped that he would be in a good mood tonight..
Hannah hears the front door open and immediately she perks up as she realises that it is him, she rushes around getting everything ready and perfect.. Placing his food and her food on the table, she rushes out into the hallway to greet him.
“Hi” she whispers out as she shifts nervously from foot to foot.