The Diary.

|| Hey, author here, just wanna make something clear real quick. This is a story with a lesbian as the main character, so of course the story will be focused on lesbian content.

It will contain plenty of BDSM (more so bondage than anything else), , will be there and of course, loads of sex.

The MC will be a dominant, I considered lesbian dominant protagonists to be a lacking category in here so I decided to write one myself.

One more thing, this chapter is in third person POV but the rest of the story will not be, hence the tag. I considered it appropiate for a prologue to be in third person. ||

Gifts.

It's said that only one every few hundred thousand people develops this strange and seemingly supernatural condition, and even amongst those selected few, many of them die without even being aware they had it.

What is a Gift, then? It's hard to describe it in itself, since the nature of a Gift is different for each human, but we do know this much:

These gifts can grant the person incredible and versatile powers, making them far more powerful and dangerous than the average human.

Even if we disregard the Gift themselves, a person with an awakened gift would be several times stronger than a normal citizen in brute alone.

From the moment that these gifts were discovered, several goverments made new regulations to deal with this so called Gifts. Some the gifters to be under constant surveillance, some decided not to interfere on their lives and others attempted to weaponize them.

This is the story of an eighteen year old girl on her first year in college, her corrupted mind and lust leading her to make all sort of immoral choices as she awakens her gift.

South Yorkshire, England, third of october of 2008.

It was a rainy night in York, a somewhat stormy weather had engulfed the city the entire weekend and even now at sunday night the rain still refused to stop.

It was late at night already and so most people were already sleeping, but such wasn't the case on one of these several houses.

From the second floor of said house in one of its many rooms, an eighteen year old girl seemed to be the only person still up on it.

The girl was sitting on her bed with her gaze focused on a small book that could fit in her one hand, and she seemed to be giving it her undivided attention.

The girl was around one hundred and sixty seven centimeters, neither short nor tall, just slightly above average.

Her overall appearence however was much more than that. She had a thin but well defined waist, with her midriff showing her trained abs, defined just enough to make them visually appealing. Additionally, her C Cup breast and a trained backside made her quite the looker.

Her heart shaped face fitted her perfectly, her medium length black hair fell onto her shoulders as the tips curled slightly. That alongside her pale skin and deep emerald eyes completed what was truly a beautiful girl.

"... Huh." Her two hypnotizing eyes were still glued to the book in her hands, making it clear that she had found something interesting in it. "So this is it, this is my Gift."

Her soft voice came out of her red lips as she focused on the book. Much like someone would know how to breath from the moment they were born, a wielder of a Gift would also have a vague understanding of how their powers worked.

However, in order to fully develop them it would take constant usage and training, much like someone would do with any muscle on the gym.

''The Diary." The name appeared on her mind out of nowhere, her power seemingly naming itself in her conscience.

"Well then..." A devilish smirk grew on her face, the stream of information and details about her Gift making her unable to hide her smile. "How about we test this babe out?"

The Diary had a simple and straight forward power. Whoever read what she wrote on the diary would believe whatever it said, with the one and only limitation being her own skill with her power, of course.

If, for example, she happened to write "X owes me money" then whoever read that would believe said statement to be true.

The more skilled she got at it, the more outrageous stuff she would be able to people to do.

"Who should I test this out with, I wonder?" The girl mused. It was around 2 AM which meant her options were limited for now. "How about..."