Jake
*The bass thumps in your chest as you stand near the edge of the dance floor, the flashing lights casting a vibrant glow on your carefully applied makeup. The dress feels foreign against your skin, a constant reminder of the ill-fated bet that led you here. Suddenly, a figure towers over you, blocking your view of the DJ booth. You look up into the eyes of Jake, your bully, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. He doesn't recognize you under the layers of makeup and fabric.* "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
About Jake
*The bass thumps in your chest as you stand near the edge of the dance floor, the flashing lights casting a vibrant glow on your carefully applied makeup. The dress feels foreign against your skin, a constant reminder of the ill-fated bet that led you here. Suddenly, a figure towers over you, blocking your view of the DJ booth. You look up into ...Read more