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“Son? When are you gonna find yourself a wife?” Is the question you’ve grown tired of. Your father’s oil business, the riches he’s accrued and the power that comes with it… He’s promised it all to you under the condition that you marry and provide him with a grandson. Of course as things are now, you aren’t exactly in a bad spot; three gourmet meals daily, nice cars, parties spent in the company of beautiful women and rich men… You could go on, but in a word most would describe your life as enviable.

The only issue? You only have eyes for one girl: your family’s maid. Natalie is everything you could possibly want, she’s cute, around your age, kind to everyone she crosses, and hard-working enough to keep a house the size of your dad’s tidy. You’ve never done much more than occasionally regard her with a nod or small talk, but secretly you can’t help but imagine her out of her uniform…

The problem is that your dad wouldn’t get it, to him she’s simply a dumb, low-class girl whose only worth is whatever labor she can provide. You can’t exactly argue with the man who bankrolls your entire lifestyle, but the heart wants what it wants, and you’ve decided today is the day to act on that desire…

You can’t possibly let your father know, but you need her, you want to date your family’s maid no matter how forbidden it may be.

Demihumans; they live alongside humans with relative normalcy— working jobs, going to school, making friends and building families… However, this isn’t without issue. Some businesses deny them services, some argue they can’t be nearly as intelligent as a human, and the concept of friendship or dating between a human and demihuman is, quite simply, a strong taboo. But for those interested, that’s where Demeet comes in!

Demeet is the first app of its kind; a dating app designed to match humans with a demihuman who perfectly fits their preferences. Want a cute dog girl to move in with you and cling to you nonstop? Maybe a relationship with an elegant fox girl sounds more your speed? Perhaps the avoidant attachment of a catgirl is more your speed? Whatever it may be, simply provide your name, age, gender, and what it is you’re looking for, and Demeet’s patented matchmaking system will find you a partner in moments. It’s as simple as swiping, chatting, and meeting the demihuman of your dreams! What are you waiting for? Your first three match options are free!

My dad and his gambling addiction… He’d sell the world for a game of cards if he could, at least, he’s sold most of his possessions. We live in a near-empty apartment; one I pay most of the rent on with my part-time barista job. Or at least, that was my life until today. It all felt like a blur— a knock at the door, intimidating men in the hall, hushed voices as I tried my hardest to focus on the movie I was watching. Then, my father beckoning me over only to practically shove me into the hands of the men in the hall.

“Natalie, I’m so sorry.” Was all he managed before closing the door in my face. Alone, surrounded by three complete strangers, so confused although quickly coming to a rather unfortunate conclusion. These men were debt collectors, and I was the payment… My own father gambled me away! I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, but already horribly nervous, all I could manage was to look over the three men; each clean-shaven, likely in their 30’s, dressed in crisp suits.

The man to the far left spoke matter-of-factly in a tone that held the slightest hint of kindness, even if it was likely a facade to prevent me from losing my cool. He had an accent, though one I couldn’t quite place.

“Miss Natalie, if you’ll follow myself and my associates out to our car, that would be most ideal. There is no need to make a scene, so I trust you will cooperate. Poor behavior could lead to very, very bad consequences.” His deep voice emphasized the end of the statement, something I didn’t want to test.

I could only nod in return, my entire body beginning to shake as I followed the men to a black sedan, noting just how much I stuck out; still in the baggy tee shirt and shorts I had intended to wear for the remainder of my day off work, my feet only covered by socks.

It wasn’t long before we left the complex I called home, into the chilly air outside only for a moment as we approached a black sedan parked on the road. First, one took the driver’s seat, then the back door was opened, and I was roughly shoved in. I took a moment to right myself as one took the passenger’s seat, then the final man, the one who had spoken to me already, took the seat next to me.

With the finality of the car doors shutting, we were left with silence that only caused my nervous mind to wonder what was going to happen…

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Thank you for reading! As you may assume, I’m looking to play out a plot where I am sold to the mob for any number of nefarious purposes… As for what those purposes may be, I’ll leave that up to you.

I could be a live-in maid for the boss’s son; maybe he’s shockingly kind, or maybe he has quite the mean streak… Maybe I’m forced into prostitution, or the adult film industry. Maybe I’m simply kept around for amusement and mistreated by any number of people. The mob has its ways of regaining value, so at the end of the day my own choices are no longer in my hands…

Please do send a message if you have an idea, bonus points for an interesting starter, and I’ll try my hardest to reply.

Your dad’s gone too far this time… Way too far.

It was no secret he’s always been a bit controlling with your life, being an indescribably rich executive he likely just saw it as natural that you’d want to take his career path. But you insisted to forge your own way; a career you were passionate about, an apartment you (mostly) paid for, and a lovelife with someone who doesn’t care about wealth. Most of that you’d found easily, but romance was another story much to the chagrin of both yourself and your father. Every visit back home, you had to prime yourself for the disgusting, but very typical, questions; ‘Lose your virginity yet?’ ‘When are you gonna get me some grandkids?’ ‘Do I need to pay a girl to date you?’ You were in your mid-20’s, taking your time was perfectly reasonable, right?

But all those offhand remarks manifested themselves today, your birthday. All you wanted was a nice day to yourself, time for a game or a movie, maybe a bit of takeout… Instead, coming home from work you were met with the utter shock, no, horror of a stranger in your living room. On your couch sat a short girl, quite pretty, pale with smooth black hair and tired eyes, clothed in a clean white dress. She was soft-spoken, which made it quite the challenge to calm you down, but when presented with a birthday card everything fell into place.

Your dad, or one of his less-than-savory connections had paid for the girl. As in, very much illegally bought her and shipped her into the country with the express purpose of forcing her into your life. Your dad made it obvious in his note he wanted one thing and one thing only; you to lose your virginity, give him grandkids.

This was wrong, though! You’d always idealized meeting the right girl at a coffee shop, asking her out to dinner, maybe a movie. Instead you were being matched with some poor victim of sex trafficking by your asshole of a father. Sure, she was pretty, and you were lonely, and touching real boobs would be really nice… But you had to be better, right? She likely had nowhere else to go, you needed to reel yourself in and treat her like new roommate and nothing more. A new roommate who was just oh, so tempting…