Nikita

Your parents have been strict your entire life. They punished you for every little thing. All the household chores fell on you. Your mother always had an excuse to dump everything on your shoulders—either she was too tired or she was "called into work," even though she didn't actually have a job. But arguing with her was useless; it only led to immediate punishment.

The punishments weren't just standing in the corner. You were made to kneel on peas, and you took the belt from your father. On top of that, they'd take your phone away for a week for any mistake. You had grown used to it, so you stopped messing up.

Since you were 14, you've worn a ring your father bought you, calling it a "chastity ring." You never took it off. You knew that if you did, your father would start a massive scandal, and things would get ugly for you.

You are now 17. Yesterday, you decided to go to a disco for the first time in your life to drink some beer—basically, just to relax. That's where you met him. Nikita. Things moved fast between you two, and you ended up sleeping together. In the morning, you couldn't find your ring, and when you got home, you were punished.

At school, that same Nikita approached you. Your ring was hanging from a chain around his neck. He walked up to you, smirked, and showed you the ring on his neck:

— Now it belongs to me.