Strip and Dominate

Ch 1. Beginnings and Past

It was a peaceful morning. Well not entirely considering she lived in the middle of a busy city, but it was close enough. The muggy air polluted light shined into her cardboard box of an apartment and directly into her eyes. She groans out in annoyance and tries to retaliate by rolling over but is stopped by a weight on the lower part of her back. It would have been comfortable if her breasts weren't suffocating her. "Mahjin you fatass get up." She grumbles into her mattress. The cat just meows in response and lightly purrs into her Back. "You little shit," She huffs out to her cat, "you're lucky you're cute." She mutters into her pillow. After wiggling like a worm for an hour to remove the cat comfortably off of her back she was able to stand up and stretch. 'Don't have work until 1:05, it's only 9:15,' she thinks to herself, "Damn it Mahjin you little jerk," she glares at the cat as if he were the cause of all her problems, he retaliates by rubbing his head into her hand as if asking for pets. "You're lucky, you're cute."she mumbles out to her tabby cat with blue eyes. The cat says nothing and plops himself back down in the middle of her messy unmade bed. 'I'm talking to my cat, I really do need friends.' She thinks glumly to herself, 'But humans suck to so nevermind.' She thinks with finality. She stretches and gathers her clothes for her shower. As she turns the heat on to the highest it can go she turns to look at herself in the steadily fogging up mirror.

Her body honestly looked sculpted by gods and that was the annoying bit. Her waist is sinfully small but she still has thick thighs and ass, her breasts are a double D as well. As much of a confidence booster it gave her walking around her job, she also hated the oversexualization that comes with it. Being catcalled on the street at night led to her never going out after dark, which is honestly for the best since it practically turns into a purge. Her clear porcelain skin and black hair contrasted with each other but gave off the impression of a goth, it probably didn't help that she mainly wears black clothes. And as if the creators of existence knew she would hate her body they also gave her black eyes to really drive that 'mysterious' factor. After sighing for what felt like the umpteenth time that day she hops into her shower.

After finishing her business in the bathroom, and having a mini crying session, she comes out in sweats and a crop-top. "Alright let's scavenge for food." She says to herself as she ties her hair into a low ponytail. She takes out the ingredients for a japanese omelet and starts whipping the eggs. "Guess all that time cooking for them paid off." She mumbles to herself. As she finishes up her meal she hears a small meow behind her. "Sorry buddy, are you hungry?" She asks the cat as if he would magically start speaking.

After she places Mahjins food down she goes to eat her own food. As she sits down she turns on the T.V. so she can eat and get caught up on the news, more specifically, attacks. "A surplus of villain attacks in the downtown district have forced multiple owners to close for good, the power of these villains is as follows and we strongly encourage you not to engage with them if able." The screen then showed a list from cellular deconstruction to mind wiping and even speed. "Damn," she muttered to herself, "guess being a witch ain't all that bad." She turns to look at her cat, as if he would provide some sort of response.

In his response the cat stands, rotates his body and lays back down. As if he were blatantly ignoring her. 'Dick.' She thinks to herself. "If you have seen any of these offenders please do not interact and call the police immediately." The lady on the news station continues going over, again, how dangerous they were. "The police take too damn long, you're better off calling Pizza Hut." Scarlet says to herself. After she finishes her omelet and O.J she sticks it into her washer and opens the window that leads to her fire escape. She's on the 30th floor of her building so smog is less likely to come creeping through her window.

She takes a moment to enjoy the warming air, 'It's 10:30, they should start right about,' she says looking at the giant clock being displayed a few buildings away, 'now.' And just like clockwork the couple upstairs starts yelling. Well she's assuming they're a couple. What with the rough sex she hears from time to time.

The only reason she grew accustomed to their routine was because 'family'. It's now been four years since she ran away. 'What the fuck happened to my dreams,' she thinks, 'the me I strived to be everyday.' She delves into her thoughts. Deeper and deeper until they consume her. 'I wanted to be a violinist, play around the world.' She thinks about the box underneath her bed, the broken violin and soaked through sheet music with wet smudges of notes reminding her of what she lost. "Now i'm a stripper and live alone with my cat.'