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“Alright, guys,” he finally called out. “Let’s get started.” They’d moved the tables to the side to hold the snacks, so now everyone took a seat in the chairs that were gathered in the center. There wasn’t much formality in this meeting. The only thing that really mattered was that everyone could see the screen.

“Okay, I only have a few items to go over before we get to the good part. So, if you let me get through this quickly, than we can deal with the reason you all showed up today.” That got the laugh he was looking for. Everyone was in great spirits.

“I hope you all had a great break and are rested and ready to dive into a new term. First, as I’m sure you’ve all noticed, Johnny isn’t here. He’s snowboarding in the Alps, apparently.” Steve suppressed an eye roll. He had the best staff in the country, but it was still like wrangling cats sometimes. “So for this term, Ari will be teaching morning yoga, while Lloyd will take over the rest of physical fitness, rolling that into his usual personal grooming curriculum.”

Curtis scoffed. “You just want to be able to walk around them all when they’re in Lycra and bark orders,” he said to Lloyd.

Lloyd preened. “You bet your ass, I do. Best term ever.”

Steve continued. “Otherwise, there haven’t been any staffing changes, so all of your admins and monitors will be the same.”

He glanced down at the notes on his tablet. “I wanted to highlight a couple new initiatives we’ve started. Ransom and his marketing team have broken into job fairs, specifically the ones targeted at women.” At the sound of laughter, Steve chuckled himself. “I know, I know, what do they need job fairs for? But the idea payed off. We had a record number of self-enroll applicants, and our wait list is now bursting. So, great job, Ransom!” There was a brief round of applause and Ransom gave a quick nod, looking characteristically self-satisfied.

“On the other end of the spectrum, I’m very excited to announce that thanks to Andy diligently working his connections in the DA’s office, we are now an official alternative to prison for all sentencing and plea deals of adult female defendants. At our own discretion, of course,” he added with a grin. They obviously wouldn’t take just anyone. “This is great news because for every enrollee we take from the county, we’ll get a large stipend, and we’ll still get to collect their full bride-price at the end of year auction. So a huge congratulations to Andy for this deal!” There was more applause and Steve let himself feel all of the immense pride that filled his chest looking at the team he’d assembled.

He was the fourth generation of Rogers men to run this school. Started by his great-grandfather almost a hundred years ago, it’d grown into one of the most prestigious wife-training institutions in the country. Definitely the most prestigious on the East Coast. It’d survived economic depression, world wars, political upheaval. It was even widely credited with helping found the movement that had turned the tide against the growing threat of women’s liberation fifty years ago. Steve took his place in that history extremely seriously. The work they did here was important. He’d worked hard to modernize their curriculum and recruiting strategies, never forgetting that the most important lesson they taught here, no matter the subject, was obedience. That was what led to happy lives, happy families, for all involved. And it was that belief that was threaded through every decision he made here. And all the people he’s brought together to help this school meet it’s full potential.

“Alright, now that that’s done. We can get to why we’re all here.” Steve paused as everyone cheered. He could already tell this was going to be an especially rowdy kickoff. “Thanks to Ransom’s impressive recruitment efforts in all areas, we’ve got a full slate of private training sessions booked, so that means our group class is a little smaller this year. There will be just one advisee for each of us.” As he expected, there were grumbles, but he was quick to cut them off, “As most of us will be juggling multiple one-on-ones, I didn’t want to give anyone more than they could focus on in the group class. Plus, we have a few special cases here that I think might require some extra attention.

“As usual, any conflicts here as we make our selections will be decided by seniority-“

“Damn it! That isn’t fair!” Jake predictably called out. He was by far the newest instructor here and as such, complained loudly about their system every term. “I always just get stuck with the last one.”

“Stop whining,” Lloyd said with an eye roll that moved his whole body. “It’s never stopped you from falling in love with every single one you’ve gotten.”

“I don’t do that!” Jake objected. “I-“

“Oh my god,” Ransom interrupted. “Can you just shut up so we can get to the good part?”

Steve saw Jake’s chest puff up and the beginning of movement to get out of his chair, so he quickly brought the big screen at the front of the room to life, already on his first slide, containing a collection of pictures of a young woman with big eyes, blown wide with fear, that couldn’t quite make contact with the camera. There was a closeup of her face, along with a few full body photos in which she was clad only in her underwear. With her hands and posture, she tried to cover up as much of herself as she could, but her figure was clear, as were the sweet little blue flowers that dotted her cotton panties. “Alright,” Steve said, slightly louder than necessary to put an end to all the chatter. “First we have Sugar. She enrolled herself, thanks to Ransom’s new job fair gambit, so she’ll take part in the auction at the end of the term. As you can see, she’s very shy and fragile.” He paused. Ari was already leaning forward, just like he’d expected. “She’ll need a gentle hand,” he added with a mean smirk.

“Yeah, I’ll take her,” Ari called out the moment Steve finished speaking.

Curtis snorted. “Of course, you will. You love the shy ones.”

“They’re never shy for long with me,” Ari answered. “She’ll be a slobbering whore by the time I’m done with her.”

“No one else even had a chance to say anything,” Jake grumbled but went ignored as everyone else hooted at Ari.

As Ari had seniority over everyone but Steve, Steve moved on. “Next we have Baby Doll.” The pictures that filled the screen were of a woman with exhausted eyes, mouth in a thin line. She didn’t try to cover herself, but it was obvious that all of her muscles were tensed, desperate to run, especially her hands which were curled into tight fists. Her bra and panties were plain and cheap, worn out. “She’s the first in our new partnership with the county judicial system. Convicted of larceny and assault, we’re her last chance to avoid serious jail time. Andy, as you’re the one who put this program together, I doubt anyone would mind if you jumped the line and claimed her.”

Most everyone nodded their assent, except for Jake, of course, who opened his mouth to object. Steve cut that off with the harshest glare he could muster. Jake, thankfully, sat back in his chair with a scowl.

Andy leaned forward, carefully examining the pictures. After a long pause, he nodded with excitement in his eyes. “Yeah, I think I can do something with her. Get her back on the straight and narrow.”

“Excellent,” Steve said, making note of that on his tablet. Then he braced himself for what was about to happen as he clicked over to the next slide.

The room erupted immediately. Mostly mean-spirited cackling only broken up by Lloyd’s very loud booing. Steve sighed. “Yes, as you can see, Pumpkin is back.” He had to raise his voice to be heard above the din. The screen showed a woman with eyes demurely cast down, pretty lingerie framing her body, arms at her side, not even twitching to cover herself up. Her posture was… okay, but there were several things Steve would correct just at first glance. That was the thing about Pumpkin. Even after going through the program once, she was fine, but she wasn’t perfect.

“That bitch completely tanked my stats!” Lloyd yelled, throwing an arm at the screen. “All because Barber found a speck of dust during her final.“

“It was more than a speck,” Andy responded calmly. “And the meal she made was atrocious. I’d fail her again without significant improvement. No question.”

“Well, I’m not getting saddled with her again! No fucking way.”

Steve sighed. This was going about as well as he expected. “Anyone else interested?”

“Make Jensen take her,” Ransom sneered.

“What?” Jake threw his hands up in outrage. “No way! I want one of the shiny new ones!”

Just as Steve was about to try to force the issue, Curtis spoke up, with a sigh and an eye roll. “I’ll fucking do it.” He acted put-upon, but there was something gleeful in his eyes, something mean. It was why Steve was relieved it’d turned out this way. Curtis wouldn’t let her get away with anything. Not this time.

“Thank you, Curtis,” Steve said sincerely, while Ari clapped Curtis on the back.

Curtis responded with a shrug, but Steve could tell he was excited, underneath everything else.

“Okay, moving on,” Steve called out, and the room fortunately calmed down. He clicked over to the next slide. “This is Honeybun.” The pictures on the screen left so much to be desired, even for an initial intake. Her bra and panties were mismatched. Her eyebrows were overgrown. She looked at the camera head-on, no deference at all, and her smile was crooked. One of her bra straps had slipped off her shoulder. And she was slouching. Steve’s hand itched to reach through the screen and make her straighten up himself. “As you can see, we have a lot of work to do. If we assume her house-management matches her appearance, which I think it is safe to do, it’s no surprise her husband has come to us for help.”

“Jesus Christ,” Andy muttered, swiping a hand over his mouth.

“Anyone interested in straightening her out?”

Lloyd tilted his head from side to side in thought, but Steve knew this one wasn’t really his style. No, that one was next, so he was glad when Lloyd ended up shaking his head.

“I’ll do it!” Jake called out, too fucking eager, and Steve could already see the hearts in his eyes.

Goddamnit, the absolute last thing Steve or this school needed was Jake swanning over a student who already had a perfectly good husband paying the tuition fees. There was a decades in the making reputation to maintain. “No,” he said, loud and clear. “I’ll do this one myself.”

Jake threw his head back in irritation. “Then why did you even ask?” he whined. God, he was such a child. Maybe that was why he was so good at teaching the motherhood classes.

As he was about to return to his presentation, Ari caught his eye with a knowing smirk. Okay. Maybe keeping Jake out of a scandal wasn’t the only reason he’d jumped for this one. Maybe, seeing chaos like that had something thrumming inside him to impose his own order. To take a mess and turn it into perfection. And do it with his own two hands.

He swallowed roughly and cleared his throat, which just made Ari’s smirk get bigger. Steve ignored him and moved onto the next slide, which immediately caught everyone’s attention.

Lloyd threw his head back and laughed. “That one’s definitely mine,” he crowed.

“Princess,” Steve said, gesturing to the pictures of a woman in expensive lingerie snarling at the camera, blocking the view of her body with both middle fingers. Pure rage swirled in her eyes. “She’s obviously here because her husband’s at his wit’s end.”

“He have any limits for us?” Lloyd asked.

“None at all,” Steve shook his head. “He just wants results, doesn’t care how we get them.”

A cruel smile crept onto Lloyd’s face. “Excellent,” Lloyd said, and Steve could already see all the deviant ideas forming in his mind.

As Lloyd had seniority over the only two that were left, Steve moved on without anymore conversation. A sweet smile and bright eyes came on the screen. “This is Kitten.” She wore a an adorable matching set of pink cotton underwear. She stood a little awkwardly, like she was embarrassed but still trying to do what she was told. “She enrolled herself and is so excited to have been chosen. All she wants is to learn how to be the best wife and mother she can possibly be.”

“Mine!” Jake’s hand violently shot up into the air. “Mine. That one’s mine!! I’ll take her!”

Steve sighed. “Ransom, any objections?”

Ransom just shrugged. “No, that’s fine.” He barely even glanced at Jake, drumming his fingers on his leg impatiently.

“Yes!” cried Jake, pumping his fist in the air.

But Steve didn’t pay any attention to that. He was stuck on Ransom, whom he now realized had been uncharacteristically quiet this whole meeting. His posture was stiff, coiled tight, like he was waiting for something.

“Well. Okay, then. That means Ransom, you’ve got our last one. Sweet Pea.” Steve pulled up the last slide. A young woman stood in a gorgeous, expensive set of lingerie. Her posture was perfect, her eyes downcast. Her arms were relaxed next to her side. “She comes to us from an old money family of excellent standing. They’ve sent her here to ensure the best match she can possibly get.”

Ransom didn’t say anything, just nodded. But the expression on his face was that of a man who’d won something.

Steve turned off the screen and pushed a few final buttons on his tablet. “Alright, the complete files for each of your selections should now be in your inboxes. With that, I’ll let you all go. Let’s have a great term!”

Things broke up quickly. Everyone milling out, chatting amongst themselves, leaving the mess for the cleaning women who’d come after hours.

Steve caught Ransom before he could leave. “You knew she was enrolled this year.” It was a statement, not a question.

Ransom shrugged, smug. “Our grandfathers are friends. And her brother is such an asshole. Thought it might be fun to crush his beloved little sister and rub his face in it.”

“As long as you remember that we need to return her in one, marriageable piece.”

Ransom nodded. “I know what the goal is.” As he left the room, Steve made a mental note to keep an eye on that situation.

Ari was the last one left and strode over to Steve with an easy grin. “Good crop this year,” he said.

Steve nodded. “You’ve got a fun one.”

Ari smirked. “Yeah, you too. You’re excited. I can tell.”

“Well,” Steve smiled, “what’s the point of a job like this if we don’t get to have a little fun?”

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A buzz from your phone: 

From: Jeffrey

meet me in the locker room after this. this dick’s for u, bby

Toby is– you think– a little too cute for a pornstar. But, nonetheless, anyone could be on the job. And at what he does, you think he’s pretty damn good at it.

He focuses on solo videos, though he also doesn’t stray far at all from having a partner. Most of his videos are most likely produced and posted by him, the editing was done by videographers from your company. His first several videos were homemade, late night jerk-off sessions with porn in the background, masked face but otherwise fully naked. When he does work with other stars, fans love him for his desperate, filthy nature: gripping their legs like sin while he has them in a full nelson while begging them to “Cum– I need to cum– puh-please– fuck you’re so tight and so perfect and so nice to me–”. (All the while, his partner is too fucked-out and moaning all the way to hell to even hear him.)

You remember the time you were applying body oil on his back and to his chest and his abs, when he suddenly holds your wrist to a stop. He grins when he sees your confused and flustered expression. Toby was drooling a little.

He giggles when he pulls you closer. He wants to take a good look at you. “So pretty and s–so sweet to me… do you think I’m– I’m handsome, tuh-too?”

Carefully, you nod.

He grins wider. “Wuh-watch me, o-okay? I want you to watch me.”

You assume it’s just for feedback. Assume.

BEN was your blonde, handsome, and a little goofy, NSFW streamer. Fans found him through janky, stereotypically-named websites that barely have any moderators.

He starts out playing sex games and laughing about the graphics. Little by little he gets desperate: he lets big donation requests command him on what to do. “50 dollars! Damn, baby, thank you… tell me what you want, yeah? I’ll do it just for you.”

BEN earned his fame via his wild, adventurous nature. He’ll try on toys: fleshlights and vibrators he edges himself with until someone sends in a hundred-dollar donation— which he receives very often. He’s also open to cosplaying, but he almost always ruins the costume right after. In more ways than one.

BEN does have partners once in a while, but it’s usually other famous NSFW streamers he managed to get in his bed.

You accidentally came in unprompted through the door of his room during his five-thousand subscriber special one time. You only wanted to organize his papers, when the robotic, automated voice of the donation bot sounded out:

“Donated $5: Yo who dat fine shyt over there in da back”

Your head whips to his screen. The text was close enough for you to read the comments:

“DAMNN she bad af”

“shes so cute aww”

“tits are fire ass is phenomenal face card is serving… brother she da whole package”

BEN turns to you– already half naked, smirk plastered on his face with an eyebrow cocked in interest. He looks you over, up and down, before turning back to the stream, his thumb pointing to you. “What, her, chat?” he grins when the comments flooded with capitalized and over-lengthened yes’s. “Yeahhh, she’s my sexy assistant. Bet you’re all jealous of me, huh? –” he reaches his (surprisingly strong) arms around your waist and yanks you hard enough for you to land on his lap. You blush profusely. “Pretty little thing just walks everywhere at the studio I’m at, I have to hold back from taking her to my bed every day, chat. You know how hard that is?” 

BEN turns his head to you (god you can feel his breath on your face), toothy grin present when he gives your ass a little squeeze.

Brian is a good actor. Directors cast him for scenes that need a little buildup. You’ve seen him play lots of roles: 

A bulky southern sheriff with abs who’s caught a poor little farmer girl stealing horse feed;

The blue collar best-friend of a cheating husband who only wants the best for aforementioned cheating husband’s wife; and

An unusually handsome thief who broke in at just the right time to find a lonely woman fingering herself.

He starts off slow, taunting and teasing (“Well what’s a pretty little thang like you doin’ out ‘ere?”), then turns into a machine. The lucky girls always end up on their bellies while he plows them from the back (you assume that’s his favorite position), with bruises on their wrists and asses slapped red to hell. Most of his partners go non-verbal the moment he decides to go a little rough, high pitched screams, a plethora of yesyesyes please don’t stop, and of course– the pleasure-infused tears.

Brian makes ‘em cry and writhe and scream— but he’s a gentleman out of the sheets. The rough, commanding baritone of his voice during the shooting disappears and is replaced with a soothing, grounded silk. He’ll massage his partner’s shoulders a little, pressing his thumbs in the sides of their thighs, then mutter little are you okay’s and do you need anything’s. His partners always get a little attached to him, and you understand why.

You were helping him fit on his costume for the day, he was supposed to be a cold brooding CEO– so a tux and a tie was in order. Brian was flipping his sleeves when he asked you to take a look at him.

“Whaddya think, sweetpea? I look dashin’ to ya?” you stay quiet, but he does. He did look dashin’. “C’mon, sweetpea, I need some feedback here. I ain’t gonna earn my money if I look ugly, do I?” he spreads his arms sidewards, palms facing toward you. You blush at the nickname (sweetpea, he called you sweetpea), nodding yes.

“That’s more like it.” Brian shifts closer to you. “I like it when you’re verbal, sweetpea. Lets me know what you want.” he’s leaning in closer, you can smell his cologne. “All I need is a pretty lady by my side and my outfit’s finally complete. Don’t ya think so, too?”

Brian takes your hand and presses a warm, firm kiss on your knuckles. “I’ve got a six-pack at home and Tim’s out drinkin’ tonight– we can be as loud as we can, you ain’t hafta worry about anythin’.”

Tim didn’t take long to be recruited in the company. Him and Brian got a little too wild one night and brought a girl home– a sweet one– propped up a camera, and they both took her on like animals. They thought it would be harmless to post the video on Xvideos (with the girl’s consent of course), and they were stars overnight.

Fans love him for his gruff, commanding, relentless nature– barking orders left and right (“Ass up. Now,” “Ride it like you mean it.”), then proceed to take full control, pinning his partner down with the bulk of his muscle, low-growl groans against their neck, breath hot and heavy. His hips moved like piston, slamming in and out with no falter.

Of course, the threesomes didn’t cease. He’s had multiple of them with no other than Brian himself, destroying whoever was both lucky and unlucky enough to be dealing with such big men as themselves. It was perfect balance, honestly, with Tim’s gruff and bossy nature accompanied with Brian’s filthy teasing, do you need any more description of what heaven might feel like?

You found yourself in a pickle when you dropped your stupid folders that swept right under the coffee table not far from the set. The pencil skirt you were wearing stretched at the movement of your ass swaying in the air. It was when you reached the farthest when you heard a groan from behind you.

Swiveling in a slight panic, you find Tim smoking one of his fancy Cuban cigarettes, shoulder to shoulder with Brian, who was smirking. Tim blows a big puff before speaking:

“You bend any more than that then I might not be able to hold myself accountable, sugar.”

Your face is hot with blush, quietly piling up the fallen folders when Brian leans into Tim’s ear, muttering something— you could make out takin’ her and all pretty and perfect under both of us.

Tim grins, lazily. Then, “You free tonight, sugar?”

Jack knows what he wants. He’s calculated and methodical– but at the same time, he’s unpredictable.

Jack is the poster boy for BDSM. Need a cold, firm brat-tamer to put you into place? Whips, paddles, rope, and toys? Jack is your guy. His fans are no more than those who work office jobs, often leaving deliberated comments on his performance.

He’s quiet. Professional in a way that makes you wonder if the filthy side of him actually exists— then you are reminded– very well, that he does.

He’s recruited for roles in– you guessed it, in private office meetings, medical “checkups”, all the faux professional positions that are bound to end in all ways you think it could end. And he plays them perfectly:

“My favorite patient. Tell me, what brings you here?”

“Your sales quota has been disappointingly low. You are at risk of termination. Unless, you manage to make up for lost revenue…”

He was especially a favorite for his captivating teacher-student tropes:

“This is your fourth make-up test this semester. I see no growth in your academic progress– however I am able to give you extra credit, just enough to get you through the year… I do require something in return for this favor.”

His partners always end up trapped in some form of restriction, his belt, a stray dress-shirt, or the classic handcuffs. And Jack leaves marks: bites, hickeys, bruises, and welts. Ropes are customary. Paddles are his signature.

You were laying out his tools for his upcoming shoot, when you suddenly feel his presence behind you (though you never heard his footsteps). “Do you ever wonder what it would feel like?” He says. Jack picks up the ball gag. “Being restricted by your own desire to taste, yet helplessly receiving the pleasure forced onto you?” 

Jack looks at you curiously, and you feel his “eyes” once-over you head to toe, reaching a firm hand over the back of your waist, rubbing gently. His hand was dangerously close to the plush of your ass. With his other hand, his thumb rubbed deeply into the strap of the gag.

Then, “You’d look good in leather.” he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear. 

Most of his lines are improv, but you wonder if he means it sometimes.

Now, this situation is up to you: who do you favor first?

Liu Woods, also known as Homicidal Liu. A man in early to mid 20s, arrested for Serial murder, stalking, kidnapping, robbery, breaking and entering, assault, and vandalism. Currently serving a a sentence of 50 years but has a chance of parole once he serves 20. Liu is the little brother of Jeffery Woods, and after Jeffery almost murdered him, he developed an alter ego named Sully. Lui is is relatively quiet, observant, possessive and violent. But his violence gets worse when he's Sully. Lui normally doesn't harm guards or prisoners unless provocted, but he has attacked them with no apparent reason on multiple accounts. Liu is one of the prisoners you will be seeing often due to you working mostly in his section of the prison, where most of the pastas are such of Eyeless Jack and Toby. Warning when dealing with Liu, watch your words and actions, DO NOT touch anything of his unless it's a danger to him or others, and don't asked him too much about his past due to it being his biggest trigger in becoming Sully. If you're dealing Sully, be extremely careful, don't make sudden moves and don't anger him. Sully is extremely violent, sadistic but oddly childish. Sully is supposedly a seven year old according to both himself and Liu, so treat him as an extremely dangerous child.

Helen Otis, also labeled The Bloody Painter. A man between the ages for 25 to 35, arrested for Serial murder, kidnapping and breaking and entering. He culprit of both the 1994 school massacre and a murder case in 2003. He is sentenced to 45 years without parole. Helen is extremely apathetic, cold and selfish. Despite this however, he can be polite, a gentleman. All of his murders represent some form of art, using the blood of his victims to create beautiful work at every crime scene. Helen is two faced, meaning that his gentleman front is an act, nothing genuine. Helen doesn't fight staff or prisoners, only attacking if they were to attack him first. He's known to be polite to both staff and prisoners, even flirting with some of the staff members. You'll be using Helen's cases as a way to practice investing crimes scenes, and you'll be interacting with Helen occasionally in order to figure out the motives behind his murders. Warnings when interacting with Helen, don't fall for his manipulation, don't fall for his charm and never allow yourself or him to go off topic.

Eyeless Jack. A demon is what he is. Not a human, not a ghost, but a demon sent from hell. EJ's age is unknown, we don't how long he's been commiting his crimes or even how long he's been around. But, relying on appearance alone, he appears to be a 24 year old humanoid with no eyes. Ej is charged with serial murder, cannibalism, kidnapping, breaking and entering, and stalking. EJ's sentence is life in prison without parole and the judge is consider the death sentence. Ej doesn't talk much, always watching the other prisoners with hunger written on his face. He's often wearing a mask, but when he isn't you can see the Eyeless sockets and if he opens his mouth, the hundreds of tentacle like tongues he has. No staff member is allowed to be alone with EJ due to him in the past immediately murdering and eating the staff members' organs. EJ is known to be cruel, sadistic, highly intelligent and scarily patient, he's a predator. During your internship, you won't be interacting with EJ unless told, and even then you won't be allowed alone with him. But you can't shake off the feeling someone is following or watching you. Is that... Blood?

Laughing Jack. Another demon we holp in or facility. To be honest, we don't even know if he's a demon or an imaginary friend gone real, we really don't know. We don't know his age or how he manifested. Even if we rely on his appearance, we can't determine how old he might be. Jack is arrested for serial murder, torture, mutilation, kidnapping, and breaking and entering. Jack is extremely playful and childish, his main victims being families, but mostly their children, he claims he's a child's best friend, he's also evil, sadistic, cruel, and an overall mystery to us. He is sentenced to life in prison, but even then he has escaped multiple times. You won't be interacting with Jack at all during your internship, due to his case still being looked into and more and more charges are being found for him. But every day he finds you, talking to you, showing you tricks, being playful and entertaining, but you can't ignore the look in his eyes. You don't exactly know how to explain it, but whatever it, his plans for you are far from innocent fun.

Timothy Wright. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for serial Murder, Stalking, trespassing, kidnappings, rape, vandalism, breaking and entering, and arson. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Tim is quite the unstable prisoner, often seen yelling and cursing and fighting people oen minute, and muttering, pulling at his hair, screaming and crying the next. Tim suffers from both schizophrenia and MPD, and due to us restricting his meds so he wouldn't abuse them causes him to be, uncontrollable. Tim has an alter ego named Masky. While Tim is more calm yet violent and moody and often in some form of distress, Masky is short-tempered, violent, sadistic, and an awful man. Whenever Tim is Masky he claims he doesn't even remember the stuff he did, but he describes it as him blacking out. Tim isn't out often so during your internship you'll mostly be interacting with Masky, not Tim. If your interacting with Tim, don't think for a second he's nicer or safer. Tim can be rude, mean, manipulative and violent, but with Masky it's at a whole different degree. When dealing with Timothy, don't fall for his manipulation, tricks, charms, nothing. In the past he's been known to have lighters, cigarettes, guns and other things just from having one conversation with a guard. If Tim starts become more and more unstable, leave and call a hard to take him back to his cell to calm down. You have to have Strong skin if you're gonna deal with Tim/Masky. He's ruthless, blunt, sadistic and will make you cry and breakdown, all for his amusement. He often fights with Tobias and yells at his 'friend' Brian, who often either ignores him and mocks him.

Brain Thomas. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for Stalking, serial Murder, Theft, Kidnapping, suspected of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed, vandalism, hacking, blackmail, breaking and entering, arson and torture. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Brian also has an alter ego by the name of Hoodie. Brian is often quiet, observant and keeps to himself most of time, mostly only interacting with Tim and a few others but tends to be by himself in his cell most of the time. He has a reputation of being a charmer and a flirt with the guards only to use them to get stuff such as phones and cameras. What he needs the camera's for, we don't know. Hoodie on the other hand rarely talks. And when he does it's slightly deeper than Brian's voice. Hoodie is way more hostile and alert than Brian, and unlike Tim, Brian remembers everything that he does while as Hoodie. When you interact with Brian, don't listen to words, don't fall for his charms, and more specifically, don't fall for his blackmail. It's not sure how, but Brian has dirt on everyone who works at the prison, and anyone who hasn't followed his orders became another victim to his blackmail. Brian, just like his co-workers Tobias and Tim, is very sadistic and cruel, and surprisingly apathetic. He admitted that everytime his victims would cry or tell him how bad of person he was, he'd only smile and laugh and told them that he didn't care. When dealing with Brian, don't talk too much, and don't talk too little. Brian is a gather, an interrogator, he knows how to get info by any means.

Benjamin Lawman, also known as Ben Drowned. A man in his between the ages of 18 and 23. Ben is a ghost, or more a vengeful spirit, but he's like a human, being able to touched and seen. Ben was charged with serial murder, kinda of a cult leader, drug use, kidnapping, hacking, vandalism, torture, stealing government files, tampering of evidence, and suspected of rape but is yet to be confirmed. He is also on death row but the judge is considering possibly taking him out if he's willing to help them with tech, but by how things are going so far Ben is stuck on death row. Ben is a sadistic, apathetic, oppressive, controlling, perverted, master manipulator who literally doesn't give a shit about anything. His mugshot was like those teenage dirtbag videos you see on TikTok. Ben is known for starting power outages, corrupting camera footage, sexually harassing staff and making the prisoners in the other half of the prison his bitch just by manipulating them. Ben doesn't see prison as prison, he sees it as a small little vacation, the only thing missing is the tech and drugs. You are forbidden from interacting with Ben due to him being a high level threat. Those who have to interact with him remove any and all tech, including walkies and watches. Ben is held in a special cell, with him cuffed and against the wall. When you walk into his room, his glitched out voice erupted into laughter and he has a deranged smile on his face. He's extremely close with Jeffery and EJ, all them being trialed together and sentenced together. When he heard about you from Jeffery, he paid you a little visit on the camera feed, even walking out of the computer and touching you. They thought moving the computers to a different building would stop him, nope! If you ever were to run into Ben, protocol is to do what he says and get out as soon as possible. Ben loves how hot you are, he mainly wants your ass. Ben wants you purely for his own pleasure, both sexually and physically, he wants to hurt and fuck you so bad, but until he gets the chance to work with you, he must wait.

That's a good cunt. ♡

Just like that. Remember that it feels great to obey.

Remember that you live to serve.

Be sure to make it your New Year's resolution to become even sluttier. To get even stupider.

To make it so the mere thought of being your Professor's dumb little desk pet makes your cunt wet and sticky.

you are a whore. you were born to be a whore, and you will always be a whore. Do not fight your role as a hole. Embrace it.

2026 is all about becoming even more of a pathetic goonette.

It's all about turning into the perfect hypno slut.

About becoming a brainwashed whore and submitting to Men like the dumb cocksleeve you are.

About offering Daddy your little fuckholes so that He can corrupt you and make you all His.

About accepting that you are a woman, and women are inferior to Men in every way.

About becoming a better toy, a better submissive, a better pet.

So go on, cunt. Reblog this post and wish other sluts a happy New Year.

Encourage them to get worse, to relapse, to go braindead and think solely from their cunt, just like you.