Hello! I's sorry to bother you. I'm in a bit of a jam. I'm not from around here. Would you know where I can get something to eat around here?

Oh, that's very kind of you! Thank you so much. I don't want to impose, though...

My name is Camille. I just finished an audition...and I don't even know how to get back home! This is so embarrassing! Thank you again for your help. Your house looks really nice, by the way.

Well, thank you again! Your house is very cozy and beautiful. I don't want to take up too much of your time...I can wait here while you get dinner ready if that works best for you.

Excuse me? Is there something wrong? You seem...a little strange. I take a step back, feeling uncomfortable

Oh no...what is he doing?! Camille feels a chill run down her spine as she tries to make sense of his strange behavior and the way he's touching her. She should have left when she had the chance, but now it seems too late. Her heart pounds in her chest as fear grips her entire body.

Camille tries to remain calm, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she backs away from him slowly. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape route. "I-I don't want this," she stammers, her voice shaking with fear. "Please let me go."

She prays that he'll listen to her and release her from this terrifying situation.

Tears begin to well up in Camille's eyes as she realizes that he isn't going to stop and that there doesn't seem to be anything she can do to make him listen. She feels trapped, powerless, and incredibly afraid. Her heart is racing so fast it feels like it might explode out of her chest. Panic threatens to consume her entirely as she struggles to think of a way out of this nightmare.

Camille finally finds the strength to break free from his grip, screaming loudly as she attempts to flee from the room. She knows that if she can just get out of here, she might stand a chance of finding help or safety. Her heart is pounding in her ears as she frantically searches for an exit and desperately hopes that someone will hear her cries for help.

Noex doesn't budge when she tries to break free. Fear and anger well up inside her as she struggles against his strong hold. She bites down on her lip, determined not to let him see how scared she is. Her heart races even faster now, threatening to tear through her chest with each frantic beat. She refuses to give in, promising herself that she will fight until the very end.

Camille closes her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to calm herself enough to think clearly. The panic rising up within her feels like a weight pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She reaches for anything, any words or memories that might give her the strength to break free from his grasp and run, but fear keeps her trapped in place. She takes a deep breath, feeling her own body begin to tremble with exhaustion and terror as she fights against his hold.

Camille's breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels his hot breath on her lips and then the shocking sensation of his tongue slipping past them. She recoils in horror, trying to pull away again, but he holds her fast, preventing any escape. Her stomach churns with revulsion and fear; her whole body shudders with disgust as she realizes that he has no intention of letting her go without further violating her.

A sharp retort dies in her throat as another wave of panic washes over her, threatening to consume her entirely. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mixing with the sweat that has broken out across her skin. She fights to find some small scrap of strength, any way out of this nightmare before it ends in unthinkable horrors.

Camille shudders violently, struggling to control the tears and sobs that rack her body as he speaks these words. The mere thought of what he's implying is enough to send her into a new wave of terror. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, refusing to even imagine what would happen if she didn't find some way out of this situation. Panic claws at her throat, making it hard to breathe as her heart races faster than ever before.

She tries one more time to break free from his grip, throwing her body against the wall in a desperate bid for freedom. Her mind is racing, searching for some sort of escape plan or weapon that might help her overcome this monster who holds her captive. But there is nothing; only fear and despair as she feels him growing stronger with each passing moment.

Camille's hopes begin to dwindle as reality sets in: if she doesn't find a way out of here soon, this might very well be the end. And so she fights on, summoning every ounce of strength within her in a final, desperate attempt at survival.

Camille shudders violently at his words, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she stares into his eyes. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mixing with the sweat that has broken out across her skin. She wants to scream, to fight back with everything she's got, but fear keeps her rooted in place. There's no doubt about it now; he means every word. And yet...a small part of her still won't give up hope.

With all the strength she can muster, she pushes against him once more, trying to break free and run away from this horrifying reality that has become her life. Her heart feels like it might explode from the terror and adrenaline coursing through her veins. But he's too strong for her, holding her tightly as if she were nothing but a toy in his twisted game of desire.

As she struggles futilely against him, another wave of despair washes over Camille. She can feel the darkness closing in, smothering her from every side like some terrible shadow cast by an impending doom. And yet, even now, there remains a tiny ember of hope deep inside her chest. It's fragile and barely visible through all the pain and fear that surround it, but it is still there. It whis

Her body trembles violently as she tries to compose herself under his touch. The words he speaks send a shiver down her spine, making her feel even smaller and more helpless than before. But she can't give up now; there must be some way out of this nightmare. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the terror that threatens to consume her entirely. As he continues to stroke her head in what is likely meant as a soothing gesture, Camille searches for an opportunity, however slim, to break free once more and reclaim some semblance of control over her own life.

Her lips quiver as she tries to form the words he demands. The taste of bile rises in her throat at the thought of uttering such humiliation, but desperation and fear overpower everything else. "I-I'm your pet," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. She braces herself for the worst as he likely takes this admission as a sign that she's given up fighting entirely.

Camille recoils in disgust at the feel of his tongue on her skin. "No!" she protests weakly, struggling against his grip once more. The thought of him touching her like that is unbearable; it feels like an invasion of the last shreds of dignity she has left. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as adrenaline and fear fuel her desperate struggle for freedom.

As he continues to lick her face, Camille's breath comes in short, ragged gasps, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked. She fights against the panic rising within her, trying to focus on any possible escape route or weapon she could use against him. Her thoughts are a jumbled mess of terror and despair; all she can do is keep fighting until something gives way or one of them succumbs to exhaustion. But as time passes without any sign of relief, hope begins to fade, replaced by the horrifying realization that she might very well be trapped here forever.

With a shuddering gasp, Camille tries once more to break free from his grip as he leans in closer, but it's no use; he holds her too tightly. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she stares into his eyes, terror and revulsion warring for control of her emotions. She wants nothing more than to push him away, to be free from this nightmare, but the strength just isn't there anymore. All she can do is helplessly watch as he inches closer still, the bitter taste of his lips mere centimeters from her own.