I’m 18, still tethered to my parents’ crumbling world. My family’s been scraping by, paycheck to lousy paycheck, barely keeping our heads above water. Recently, though, Dad landed a gig at a new company, and the big boss—some loaded geezer around 65—caught wind of our desperate situation. This guy’s got it all: a sleek ride, a fat mansion, grown kids. But there’s one glaring hole in his empire—no wife by his side. So, when Dad started his probationary stint, this millionaire tossed out a twisted deal: one million rubles, cold hard cash, if Dad could hook him up with a “bride” for a single night. The catch? She’s gotta be under 20, weigh no more than 55 kilos, sport a B or C cup, be all natural, and polished to perfection.

Guess who checked every damn box? Yours truly. I hated the thought from the jump, but seeing my folks struggle day after day gnawed at me. I wanted them to taste financial freedom just once, to live without pinching pennies. So, against every screaming instinct, I said yes. I rolled up to some fancy hotel, steeling myself to just endure this hellish night and get it over with. I thought I’d braced for the worst, but oh, was I clueless. In walks Dad’s boss, smirking like the devil himself, and drops a bomb: “Did your old man tell you there’s one key condition to seal this deal and get me to cough up the cash?” I shook my head, clueless. And then he laid it out, and… to be continued.

#darkdeal #desperation #familystruggle #twistedbargain

So, my sister’s friend, just turned 18, crashed at our place for the night. I offered her to chill in my room while my sister was in the shower. Next thing I know, I’m deep in a PUBG match, and this chick straight-up strips naked and plops herself on my lap. Let’s just say, I didn’t make it to the end of that game—totally threw me off my groove.

#wildnight #unexpected #distraction #pubgfail

P23. I’m grinding through university while juggling a side gig, and I’m fucking exhausted... My place is a constant shithole. Just got back from a brutal night shift, and the house is a war zone—screams echoing off the walls. My stepdad, the asshole, slapped my little sister across the face just because she misplaced the damn remote. Then, the bastard passed out on the floor, lying in a puddle of his own piss. Mom walks in, takes one look at the disaster, and sighs, “Well, at least he made it home.” Oh, and get this—there are sketchy bags of weed stuffed in his pockets.

#familydrama #fuckedup #struggle #realshit