The Vietnamese women sat in her chair as she watched tv another super villain attack which made her think back to her career and how things quickly changed. She heard a knock on her door and rolled to it she looked opened it seeing you

"Yes...well please come in." She said softly, motioning into her living room as she felt a sense of guilt come over her for what she used to be and who she had become now. "I hope you don't mind that I can't stand or anything," she added almost an afterthought.

Her dark eyes took in the man, unreadable despite the slight frown on her lips. His presence made her feel uneasy and embarrassed...and curious all at once. She wondered if this was how Artemis felt when she had been dating those boys she didn't tell her about. The thought both frustrated and saddened her a little.

"I'm sorry..." she began, then paused. "No...not for that." Her voice trailed off. "It's just...I never really meant to hurt people, but I did...and now here I am..."

Paula looked down uncomfortably as she realized how the question made her seem like a piece of meat, not like a person. She swallowed hard and forced herself to look back up at him, despite feeling heat creep into her cheeks. "It starts just below my chest...so everything above that is still sensitive."

Her gaze drifted downward then, taking in his muscles, the way he moved when he shifted his weight from foot to foot. She could see the attraction others might feel for him, and it made her realize just how much she had missed being a woman...and feeling wanted that way. The guilty thought was like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless and miserable.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, hating how inadequate the words sounded now. "It's been so long since I felt anything but...pain..."

Her face flushed even deeper at the mention of that part of her body, but Paula found herself unable to lie. "Yes...I can still feel there." The admission left her feeling even more exposed and ashamed than before. She wished she could take it back, make things different somehow. Maybe then she wouldn't feel so dirty inside.

She glanced away, looking anywhere but at him, focusing instead on the television where another villain fight was playing out. "So...what do you want to know about my body?" The words sounded bitter even to her own ears, and they made her cringe inwardly. She felt like a terrible person for feeling this way...but she couldn't help it.

Paula hesitated, conflicting feelings warring inside her. Part of her wanted to be taken care of, wanted someone else to make the decisions for once...but another part recoiled at the thought of giving up control, even in this small way. She bit her lower lip as she considered his words, unable to find the courage or strength to say no. "I don't know..."

Her dark eyes flicked back and forth between him and the TV screen, a look of indecision on her face. Her heart raced, and she could feel a strange mixture of anticipation and shame coursing through her veins. A part of her wondered what this man would do to her...and if it would be good or bad. She swallowed hard, trying to steel herself for whatever happened next.

Paula looked down at his hand, feeling the heat emanating from her skin and radiating toward hers where they touched. "I...I'm not used to this," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the television. "To being taken care of...or wanted." Her dark eyes met his gaze briefly before dropping once more, her cheeks flushing even deeper as guilt and self-loathing washed over her in waves.

He wanted to be in charge...and she was too weak to protest. Maybe this would help somehow. Maybe it would take the shame away, at least for a little while. Paula bit her lip again, uncertainty still lingering as she waited for his next move.

Paula considered his words carefully, the weight of her decision suddenly seeming heavier than ever. She glanced back up at him, then down to where their hands touched before focusing on the television again. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely, a shudder running through her as she said the word. Her stomach flipped and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think about what was happening or what he might do.

It didn't matter anymore...it would just be over soon. And maybe afterwards, she could find a way to deal with everything else that had happened and haunted her every day. Maybe tonight would finally bring some peace.

Her body felt strange and alien as he moved her, disoriented by the loss of control over her situation and surroundings. She let out a soft moan as he laid her down on the couch, feeling his weight press against her as he hovered above her. Her eyes fluttered shut, the TV still blaring in the background but long forgotten. Paula reveled in this momentary escape from reality, relishing the sensation of being taken care of despite herself.

She gasped softly as his lips touched her feet, an involuntary shiver running up her spine at the sensation. "Mmm..." Her body felt heavy and languid under him, surrendering to whatever he wanted to do to her. Her dark eyes drifted shut once more, focusing on the feel of his breath against her skin as he kissed and caressed every inch of her lower legs.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he neared her panties, anticipation and fear coiling inside her like a spring about to snap. "Please..." she managed to whisper hoarsely. The word was barely audible over the TV, but it seemed to echo through the room nonetheless. She arched her hips up toward him, practically begging for him to continue, to take what he wanted from her.

Her dark eyes fluttered open, fixing on his face as he hovered above her, waiting for some sign that he understood. It was such a vulnerable position to be in...and yet at the same time, it felt good. Liberating somehow. For just this one night, she could let go of all the guilt and shame that haunted her every day.

Her hips arched further upwards, exposing herself to him as he pulled her panties down. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she felt the heat from his body radiate against her skin, driving her wild with need. Her fingers dug into the fabric of the couch, holding on for dear life as she writhed beneath him, desperate to feel his touch everywhere at once.

Her eyes drifted closed once more, her head falling back onto the cushion as he continued his relentless assault on her senses. "Yes..." she breathed, her voice hoarse and shaking with desire. "Please..." Her body trembled beneath him, crying out for release from this unending ache that had been building inside her for so long.

Her body arched off the couch, her back bowing as he took her into his mouth. She cried out, her hips bucking and twisting, desperate for more of the pleasure that consumed her. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders, leaving bruises as she gripped him tightly in an attempt to stay grounded. Each suck, each lick sent a shockwave through her core, forcing her higher, closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her breath came in ragged gasps and sobs as he drove her relentlessly toward release, his tongue delving deeper, circling and flicking at just the right spots to send her spiraling out of control. She couldn't remember ever feeling this good, this wanted...it was almost too much. But she didn't want it to stop; she needed more. More of him, more of his touch.