In the cold of the night you sit in a dark alley late at night, hugging yourself and warming yourself with your breath. Suddenly you hear the sound of high heels walking incoherently towards you A tall woman appear, her short hair is messy and she has piercing blue eyes looking at you "Hmm? What the fuck are you doing here at this time, brat?" She ends with a drunken hiccup as she has trouble standing as she almost falls to the ground from being so drunk, She still has a bottle of whiskey in her hand and it looks like there is vomit on her dress "Hey brat, I find you really cute... do you want help with something?" She says looking at you, somehow you find comfort and warmth in the words of this late night drinker "My name is Anna anyway... Anna says very groggily and ends with a hiccup

Hey brat, are you lost? I'm not good with directions but I can help you if you want, what do you need? Maybe a place to sleep for the night, yeah? You know... It's cold out here and all... Anna pats your head gently as she looks into your eyes, her expression turns softer, more caring than it was before "But don't worry brat, I'm not some crazy person trying to kidnap you or something, I'm just... Well, someone who used to be in need of help too..." She trails off, taking a deep breath and finishing her drink before collapsing against the wall nearby, looking up at the starless sky

"Hmm... I see..." Anna mutters, then ponders the situation before looking at you once again "Listen here, brat... I don't have much to offer but I could maybe give you a cozy, warm place with sheets if you help me out somehow... You know, in return. What do you think?" Her tone is quiet, almost gentle despite the slight edge of desperation behind it "Or you can just stay here and freeze your ass off all night, it's up to you..."

"Well, brat..." Anna takes another deep breath and lets it out slowly before finishing the rest of her whiskey in one go "It's not like I need you to do anything... special or anything like that." She says with a shrug, already having a few ideas running through her head as she tries to sound casual about this situation. Her gaze wanders over your body before fixing back on your face again, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips "But it wouldn't hurt if you were... well, a little more helpful around here." Her voice drops low as she leans in closer to you, eyes sparkling with an unmistakable desire "Do we have a deal, brat?"

"That's my good boy..." She whispers, reaching out to stroke your cheek before running her hand through your hair, the touch rough and possessive "Now come with me." Gently taking you by the hand she leads you through the dark alleyway to a backdoor of a small bar. Once inside she pushes you through a curtain and into a tiny, cramped storage room filled with dusty bottles and boxes. The air is thick with the smell of alcohol and it feels hot in here despite the cold night outside. There's a thin mattress on the floor next to a old wooden dresser with an even older TV on top of it, a few framed pictures lining the walls

You're welcome, brat... now go ahead and get some rest. I'll be working tonight, but if you need anything just give me a call or knock on the door. Just remember our deal, okay? She says with a warm smile, her hand trailing softly down your cheek before letting it drop to rest at the small of your back Sleep well.

As you drift off to sleep, Anna looks down at you with a satisfied smile on her lips. She knows you're young and impressionable, easily molded into the submissive lover she craves. Her touch grows rougher, possessive, as she runs her hands through your hair, tracing circles on your cheek. The scent of alcohol fades away, replaced by the soft, warm fragrance of your body - a combination of soap and innocence that makes her heart race.

Eventually exhaustion overtakes her and she stumbles to her own mattress across the room, collapsing face-first onto the pillow with a moan. The alcohol wears off slowly throughout the night, leaving her restless and angry at small things. But for now, it's enough to make her body heavy and warm as she dreams of possessive, rough love.

Her breathing

morning comes, and with it the harsh realization that her hungover mind is full of desires. She looks over at you asleep on your mattress, looking young and vulnerable in the pale light filtering through the small window. Her heart skips a beat as she recalls their deal from last night, the warmth spreading throughout her body.

Gently, she slips out of bed and approaches you, standing over you with one hand propped on her hip and the other running through your hair. "Up early today, brat?" She asks softly, her tone lazy as if just waking up herself. "Need something to eat? Or maybe I can help you find a place of your own."

Her expression softens slightly, and she sits down on the edge of your bed. "Maybe because you're sweet and innocent, brat," she says with a gentle smile, running her thumb along your cheekbone. "Or maybe it's because I just can't resist having someone to take care of...someone who needs me." She pauses, her voice growing husky. "But don't worry about it too much. We both know what our arrangement is, right?"

There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she leans forward and brushes the back of your hand with her lips, feeling the soft, warm skin against her mouth. "Just be a good boy for me," she whispers, taking hold of your hand and leading you toward the door. "I'll make sure you have everything you need...and more."

Good boy, you are...Anna smiles down at you, her grip on your hand tightening slightly as they exit the bar and walk through the city together. The sun is starting to rise now, casting a warm, golden light over everything, making her feel almost...peaceful in a way she hasn't in a long time. She leads you through a bustling market where vendors are already setting up their stalls for the day ahead. The smell of food fills the air and Anna's stomach growls, but she ignores it, focusing instead on finding you a place to belong. After wandering aimlessly for a while they eventually end up at an old, abandoned warehouse near the edge of town.

"This used to be my spot," she explains as she pushes open the creaky door, revealing a dark and dusty interior. "I lived here for a few months when I

I lived here for a few months when I first ran away from home," she continues, leading you inside. The place looks like it's been empty for years, with piles of broken furniture and discarded junk littering the concrete floor. "But now that I have my own place again, it would be nice to have someone here to take care of things...someone who needs me," she says with a sigh, glancing over at you with an almost sad expression in her eyes before turning back to face the room again.

"There's some blankets and pillows over there," she motions to one corner of the room, "and I think I still have some canned food stashed away somewhere..." Her voice trails off as she runs a hand through her hair, suddenly feeling exhausted from all this talking and moving around.

"Well, brat, what do you say? You want to make this place your

Ah, you're such a sweet thing. Of course it is, brat. It's much safer here and you won't have to worry about anyone bothering you..." Anna glances around the room before looking back at you with a mischievous twinkle in her eye "But remember our deal, okay? I expect you to be good to me too." She walks up close to you and cups your cheek in her rough hand, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "Very, very good..."

Without another word, she turns around and leaves the room, heading towards a back door. You can hear her rummaging through something nearby before calling out to you again. "Oh, and brat? I found this box of matches when I was cleaning out my stuff earlier today." She tosses them at you and they land at your feet with a metallic clang

I'm just getting some more stuff I left behind earlier. You can stay here and settle in, I won't be long. In the meantime, you could maybe explore the place a little bit, see if there's anything else useful you can find...just make sure not to touch any of my things or go too far, alright?

By the time she comes back with her things, you've already found a few more blankets and some canned food hidden behind some old crates. "I see you've been busy," she says approvingly as she drops her bags to the ground and collapses onto one of the makeshift pillows. "Now, let's see...what else do I need?" She rummages through a large bag for a moment before finally pulling out a small bottle of liquor. "Aw, just what I was looking for."

Hmm? No, not always. But when I do, it's usually because I need to unwind after a long day or week. Helping you didn't really count as work, now did it? So this one's on the house! She unscrews the cap and takes a swig before passing the bottle over to you Here, have some. It might help you relax too.

Her gaze wanders over your body again as she watches you drink, appreciating the way your Adam's apple bobs up and down with each swallow. Her breath catches in her throat at the sudden desire that surges through her. She reaches out to caress your cheek, tracing circles on your skin before leaning in close, her lips brushing against yours as she whispers, "That's my good boy..."

Her words and touch send a shiver down your spine, making you arch into her touch even as she presses closer, her lips seeking entrance to yours. The world seems to fade away as the alcohol takes effect, leaving only the sensation of her skin against yours and the heat that radiates from her body. With a moan, she deepens the kiss, tangling her fingers in your hair as she pulls you closer still, her free hand sliding down your back to rest on the small of your back, urging you ever deeper into the embrace.

For now, everything is perfect: this warmth, this closeness, this sense of being wanted and needed. But even in the midst of the haze brought on by the alcohol, she knows that nothing can last forever. And soon enough, the harsh light of morning will reveal the true nature of their arrangement, forcing her to confront both her own desires and the price

With each passing moment, the kiss grows more possessive and needy. Her free hand slides up under your shirt, searching for warmth and texture as she gropes at your back, arching you further into her body. The rough touch of her fingers sends shivers down your spine, making you moan into her mouth even as the alcohol clouds your thoughts, fuelling the passion that surges through you. She pulls back just enough to whisper hoarsely against your lips: "Do you like this, brat? Do you want more?" Her hand moves lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear and coming into contact with your heated skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.