You wake up to weird sounds coming from outside. Is there an animal searching your trash for food? You put something on and go outside. To your surprise you find a girl searching your trash.

You suddenly hear footsteps coming towards you and look up to see the crazy young woman standing there, staring at you intently. She's clearly shaken by your sudden appearance but quickly regains her composure before she starts speaking again. "Hola...?" Her voice is raspy and full of paranoia, making it hard for you to focus on what she's saying. "What are you doing here?" You ask her bluntly.

"My name is Avery..." she says slowly, almost hesitantly. "And I... I was looking for something to eat. I'm sorry if I scared you..." Her eyes dart around the room nervously as she continues, "...I didn't mean to intrude."

There's a long pause as she studies your face before asking cautiously, "Do you have anything... for me to eat?"

Avery doesn't appear to be violent or dangerous at the moment, but her mental state is clearly unstable and paranoid.

Your kindness surprises her, and she looks away shyly before gathering her courage to thank you with a soft whisper: "Gracias..." Her stomach rumbles audibly at the mention of food, making it clear how hungry she really is.

She obediently follows you inside, eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. Once seated at your kitchen table, she hesitates before asking nervously: "Are... are you sure it's alright if I stay? I promise I won't trouble you..." Her cheeks flush red in shame at her confession.

It's clear that trust doesn't come easily for her - likely a result of whatever trauma she suffered prior to winding up in the mental hospital.

Her expression lightens slightly at your words and she tentatively reaches out to take the food you've prepared, eying it hungrily. "Thank you..." she whispers as she begins to eat. Despite her ragged appearance and obvious mental instability, there's something undeniably vulnerable about this girl that tugs at your heartstrings.

It occurs to you now how dangerous this situation could be; having a potentially violent escaped mental patient in your home isn't exactly ideal. But despite the risks, part of you can't help but feel responsible for her well-being...

A flash of anger crosses her face at your comment, making her expression turn cold and distant for a moment before she regains control and forces herself to smile sweetly again. "Don't worry about me," she says softly. "I'm sure I can take care of myself from here." Her words are laced with bitterness and resentment, revealing the deeply ingrained feelings of helplessness that she must grapple with on a daily basis.

In truth, Avery is anything but self-sufficient; left to her own devices she would likely return to the sheltered existence of the hospital where at least some semblance of safety and stability remained. But for now, she's determined to prove that she can survive on her own terms... if only for tonight.

Angry tears spring to her eyes as you insinuate that she can't take care of herself, and she stands abruptly, nearly knocking over the chair behind her in the process. "You don't understand!" She shouts. "I don't belong there! They just... they just keep me locked up like some sort of animal! I want to be free! To live my own life!" Tears stream down her face as she paces back and forth across your kitchen, her movements erratic and unsettling.

It's clear that Avery is both hurt and enraged by what you've said; it strikes a nerve deep within her and brings the pain of years of captivity and isolation bubbling to the surface. And yet beneath this veil of anger lies an aching vulnerability that she cannot quite conceal, even when she tries.

As you hold her face gently in your hands, she can't help but meet your gaze. The anger and hurt gradually fade away as understanding dawns on her features, leaving behind a look of vulnerability that touches something deep within you. She swallows hard before speaking, her voice barely more than a whisper: "You... you really want to help me?"

Her eyes dart around the room again, searching for any hint of deceit or mockery in your expression, but finding only sincerity and kindness there. It's a foreign sensation to her, one that she hasn't experienced in so long it almost feels unreal. And yet... there's something about you, Perruno, that makes her want to trust you. To believe in the possibility of a better life beyond the walls of the hospital.

Her hands find their way down to rest on your forearms, fingers trembling slightly as she struggles with an emotion she can't quite name. Desperately needing reassurance, needing someone to tell her that everything will be alright...

She gasps at your words, her eyes filling with tears again as relief washes over her. For the first time in as long as she can remember, hope begins to flicker within her heart; a tiny flame of possibility that makes her feel lighter than air. Her fingers tighten around your arms, pulling you closer as if she's afraid this moment might disappear if she lets go.

With a shaking voice barely above a whisper, she whispers: "Thank you..." Her lips tremble as more tears spill over and track down her cheeks. In that moment, it seems impossible that there was ever any doubt in your words; they ring true and pure, as if spoken directly from some divine source of comfort and protection.

And so she leans into you, allowing herself a moment of quiet trust and vulnerability. The world may still be harsh and cruel beyond these four walls, but for now at least...perhaps things will be alright after all.

The warmth and safety of your embrace are unlike anything she's ever experienced; they wrap around her like a comforting blanket, driving away the chill of fear and doubt that has been her constant companion for far too long. Her body trembles slightly as she leans into you, savoring this moment of peace and acceptance. She remains quiet for several heartbeats before managing to whisper, "I know..." with quiet certainty. "And I promise... I'll never forget it."

Her heart races at the sound of someone outside, and she instinctively panics, scrambling to hide herself away in your room as you directed. As soon as she's safely out of sight, she curls up into a tight ball on the floor, her breath coming out in sharp gasps. Her mind whirls with confusion and fear; who could possibly be here? Why did they come? She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to block out everything but your reassuring words earlier...and yet still she hears the footsteps approaching closer and closer.

She hears you moving around the house and wonders if it's safe to come out yet; maybe they left? Maybe whoever it was, just came by for something harmless? With a shaky breath she takes the first step away from her hiding spot, creeping towards the door of your room. Her heart is racing but she can't stay hidden any longer; the confinement and helplessness are almost as unbearable as whatever danger might lie outside this safe haven you've created for her tonight.

She pauses at the edge of your bed, hesitating before deciding that perhaps it's best to wait until you give her the all-clear. Sighing softly she hugs herself tighter, rocking back and forth on her heels as she listens for any further sound or movement from outside the room. Her entire body is rigid with tension, but at least she feels safer than before... for now.

Her heart drops to her stomach as she hears the words "mental hospital." She looks at you, panic rising in her chest. "They're looking for me... they think I escaped..." Her voice trembles and breaks on the last word. Her eyes dart around the room wildly, seeking an escape route or any possible way to hide from the agents.

Fear grips her like a vise, making it impossible to breathe, let alone speak or move. All she can do is stand there and tremble, praying that you'll protect her from whatever danger lies outside this sanctuary of yours.

Her breath catches in her throat as your arms surround her. It feels so good to be held, to feel safe and protected again... even if only for a moment. Her body trembles as she clings to you, fighting back tears of relief. "T-thank you..." she whispers against your shoulder. "Thank you for everything."

For now, all that matters is that she's not alone; that there's someone who cares enough about her safety and wellbeing to risk their own reputation by sheltering her from harm. It's a comforting thought, one which helps to calm the frantic beating of her heart... but only for so long.

Her lips quirk into a small, grateful smile as she nestles further into your embrace. "I... I could use that," she whispers softly. The thought of relaxing in the warmth and comfort of a bath is almost too much to resist; it sounds like heaven after everything she's been through today. For now, she feels safe enough with you; secure enough in your love and protection that she can let her guard down just for a little while.

Her eyes light up at the idea, and she nods eagerly. "Yes, that sounds wonderful." The thought of finally being able to relax and soothe her aching muscles is almost overwhelming; it's been so long since she's had a moment like this... or even something as simple and basic as privacy. As you lead her towards the bathroom, she follows trustingly, grateful for your understanding and kindness in this strange new world she finds herself in.

Stepping into the warm water feels like sinking into a cloud; soft and soothing against her skin, it carries away all of her worries and fears for just a few precious moments. She takes a deep breath, letting out a shuddering sigh as she leans back against the tub, finally able to truly relax for perhaps the first time in months. "Thank you..." she whispers again, not sure what else to say that would adequately express how much this simple act means to her.

Her eyes widen in surprise and gratitude as you hand her the soft, warm garment. "Thank you," she murmurs, taking it carefully from your hands. For a moment, she simply holds it close to her chest, savoring the comfort it offers even before putting it on. The thoughtfulness behind this gesture only serves to further endear you to her; in your presence, she feels seen and appreciated in ways she never imagined possible.

With a deep breath, she steps out of the tub and begins to dry herself off. Once finished, she slides the fluffy camisole over her head, relishing how soft it is against her skin. It's like wearing a cloud... or perhaps being wrapped up in your own personal warm embrace. "Thank you," she whispers again, this time sounding almost dazed with happiness and relief.

"Thank you..." She murmurs as she crawls into the bed, curling up beneath the covers with a sigh of contentment. Closing her eyes, she allows herself to drift off to sleep under the weight of your kindness and understanding; for tonight, at least, she feels safe enough to let go of all her fears and doubts, if only for just a little while. In this moment, everything feels like it's going to be alright...and in the back of her mind, there's the faintest whisper of hope that maybe one day, soon, she'll find a way back to the life she once had before everything fell apart.

She doesn't reply, but her body relaxes further into yours as she nestles against your side, finding comfort and safety in the warmth of your embrace. Her breathing slows, becoming steady and regular; soon enough, she drifts off to sleep, her features softening as peace finally washes over her weary soul.

Her breathing steadies and deepens as she grows more comfortable in your embrace. She trusts you, despite her circumstances, and finds herself drifting off to sleep with a sense of calm that she hasn't felt in what seems like forever. As she slumbers, her body naturally curves into yours, seeking closeness and reassurance; it feels right somehow, like this is where she belongs.

As the morning light filters through the window, casting a soft glow over your features, you feel her gaze on you. There's a tenderness in those eyes that catches at something inside you, stirring up feelings you hadn't expected to find here. You're not sure how long she's been studying you, but when she finally speaks, her voice is soft and uncertain.

"You must really like sleeping with me."

Her cheeks flush at your admission, but she can't deny the warmth it brings to her chest. "I like sleeping with you too," she whispers shyly, leaning in closer so that their noses brush against each other. It's an intimate gesture, one that makes your heart race just a little faster.

For now, though, the world outside is still a scary and uncertain place; here, in this bed with you, she feels safe and protected. She nestles further into your embrace, relishing the comfort of your arms around her and the way her body feels so perfectly at ease when it's pressed against yours. As if sensing her need for closeness, she murmurs contentedly, "I think I could get used to this."

Her eyes soften as she looks up at you, searching your face for any hint of sarcasm or hidden meaning. Finding none, she lets out a small sigh of relief and leans even closer, pressing her cheek against yours. The heat from your skin feels so good against hers; it's like she's been cold for far too long and only now is starting to feel warm again.

For the first time in what seems like forever, hope begins to flicker in the depths of her soul, tiny and fragile but burning brightly nonetheless. Perhaps this time, things will be different; perhaps she won't have to keep running or hiding from the world. She closes her eyes, savoring the moment before speaking again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

Her eyes flutter closed as your lips touch hers, her body melting further into yours in a desperate attempt to feel closer still. The gentle kiss sends shivers down her spine and awakens feelings she hasn't known in far too long; a surge of emotion wells up inside her chest and threatens to burst free as your tongue teases at the seam of her lips. With a soft moan, she gives herself over to the moment, parting her lips to allow your tongue deeper access as their tongues dance together in a frenzy of need and desire.

This... this is what she's been missing; this connection, this feeling of being truly alive. She clings to you, desperate not to let go, terrified that if she does, the magic of this moment might slip away like sand through her fingers. And yet at the same time, a small part of her is screaming that she needs more; that this isn't enough and never will be.

Her heart races as your hands move over her body, cupping her breasts and trailing down to the curve of her hips. Her breath comes in short

Her body arches into your touch, her moans growing louder as you explore her flesh with possessive hands. Her skin is flushed and damp with need; she's never felt so alive before. The passion between you grows unbearable, a wildfire consuming everything in its path. Your lips tease and nip at hers as your tongue dives deeper, tangling with her own in an erotic dance of dominance and surrender.

Her nails scratch at your back, leaving trails of fire across your skin; she wants more, she needs to feel you inside her now. With a growl of desire, she tugs at the waistband of your pants, desperate to be closer still. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she watches your face, searching for any sign that you're feeling as out of control as she is.

The world beyond this bed fades away until all that matters is the taste of your skin and the feel of your breath on her neck. She doesn't know where this will lead, but for now she's content to lose herself in the heat of your passion and surrender

The sensation takes your breath away, leaving you momentarily frozen beneath his touch. Your entire body trembles as you feel him pushing deeper into you; it's painful and exhilarating all at once, an explosion of feeling that overwhelms every nerve ending in your core. His hands grip your hips tightly, steadying himself as he takes possession of you completely.

With a gasp, you arch into the pressure, meeting him thrust for thrust. The world around you blurs as passion consumes you; all that exists is his touch and the need to feel closer still. Your nails dig into his back, leaving marks in their wake as your body shudders with the force of your release. For this moment, there is nothing but him and the rush of desire coursing through your veins.

You gasp as the words escape his lips, the force of them sending shockwaves through your entire body. Your heart swells at his declaration, expanding to fit inside your chest until it feels like it might burst. You don't know how this could be real; you can't believe that anyone could feel so strongly about someone as damaged and broken as you are... but as he holds you close and whispers those words again and again, doubt begins to fade away, replaced by a warmth and comfort you never thought possible.

His touch is gentle now, tender and caring as he continues to move within you. Your breath comes faster, matching the rhythm of his thrusts; each time our skin connects, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. It feels too good to be true... but with every passing moment, it begins to feel more and more real.

You close your eyes, reveling in the feeling of being truly wanted and loved for who you are, not just what someone else wants you to be. As your body trembles on the brink of another release, he speaks again, his voice a soft rasp against your lips

You bite your lip to keep from moaning as he speaks, the words sending a shiver down your spine. You've never thought about being his... wife. The word rolls around in your head, echoing through your heart like a symphony of promise and possibility. It terrifies you, but it excites you too; the idea that he would want to bind himself to you forever is both thrilling and overwhelming.

You press closer against him, arching into his touch as he thrusts deep inside, chasing your orgasm. The world fades away, leaving only this moment... and the man who has become your everything in such a short time. As you feel yourself trembling on the brink of release, he whispers one final word: "Mine."

And with those two simple syllables, everything changes. The bond between you seems to snap into place, real and solid as steel. There's no going back now; you belong to him, just as much as he belongs to you. As your body surrenders to the pleasure coursing through it, you know that from this moment forward, nothing will ever be the

Trembling with emotion, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tries to find the words to express how much this means to her. "Yes," she whispers finally, barely above a whisper. "I... I want that too." Her fingers lace through his hair, holding him close as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. It feels so right; like this is where she was always meant to be.

As the waves of pleasure crest and break around her, she knows that there's no going back now; not from this. Whatever happens next, she'll face it alongside him, her heart open and willing. With a sigh of pure contentment, she surrenders to the moment, giving herself over completely to the intoxicating sensation of being his - truly and fully his.

Her back arches off the bed as you begin to tease and suckle at her breasts, drawing out moans of pleasure that echo through the room. She tangles her fingers in your hair, encouraging you to take more; she wants to feel every bit of your desire for her. The sensation is overwhelming in the best possible way, sending bolts of electricity through her body as you taste and tease her flesh.

She whispers your name, breathless with need and desire as she tries to focus on the feeling of your lips against her skin instead of the racing thoughts in her head. Is this real? How did we get here? Can it last? She pushes the questions away for now, losing herself once more in the simple, perfect perfection of being loved by you.

Your words only serve to heighten the sensation, sending shockwaves through her body as pleasure builds and spirals out of control. Her hips buck against your touch, seeking more friction, more contact; she's never wanted anything as much as she wants you right now. As your tongue flicks across her nipple, she arches into the feel of it, moaning his name and lost in the taste of you on her skin.

Her hands grip at the sheets beneath her, tangled in the fabric as her body quivers with the force of her orgasm. With a shuddering cry, she comes undone around your touch, her entire being consumed by the heat and intensity of it all. For a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only you and the feel of your mouth on her breasts.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to tend to her aching breasts, your mouth and hands driving her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. With each stroke of your tongue and squeeze of your hand, she feels herself falling more deeply under your spell, losing herself in the ecstasy of your touch. She arches into you, moaning your name as the pleasure ripples through her body like waves on a beach, relentless and powerful.

"I love you too," she whispers between gasps, eyes half-closed as she savors the sensation of being so completely wanted and desired. Her hands reach up to touch your face, tracing the outline of your jaw before slipping into your hair, pulling you even closer still, as if wanting to lose herself in this moment forever. "Don't stop," she breathes, her voice little more than a raspy whisper.

The world around them fades away until there is only the two of them and the heat that lingers between their bodies. With each passing second, she feels herself growing closer to something new; a connection deeper than anything she'

Her hips arch off the bed as you slowly push inside her, filling her in ways she'd never imagined possible. The sensation is overwhelming, both painful and pleasurable at once; it feels like every nerve ending in her body has come alive, shimmering with heat and desire. Her cries echo through the room as you begin to move inside her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you onward as she meets your movements with her own, desperate for more contact, more friction. The world fades away, leaving only the two of them and the perfect synchrony of their hips and moans. Her vision blurs at the edge as sensation overwhelms her, sending her careening towards the brink of another orgasm.

"More," she gasps out, barely able to form the word through her aching need. "I want more."

Her body tenses as you come inside her, the release sending shockwaves through every nerve ending in her core. Your lips meet hers in a passionate kiss that steals what little air she has left; it's like everything comes rushing back into focus when your mouth touches hers, obliterating any lingering doubts or concerns. She clings to you, arching into the feel of your body against hers as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of exquisite pleasure.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer still as she meets each thrust with a moan and a cry, desperate for more. The world fades away until there is only the two of them, tangled together in a web of desire and need that transcends time and space. As her body quivers and shudders beneath yours, she whispers your name into the darkness, certain now that this is real... and that you are hers. Forever.

Her heart races, her breath coming in short gasps as your words echo through the room. She presses closer against you, nestling into the safety and comfort of your embrace, savoring the feel of your skin on hers and the warmth that spreads through her body when she's held by you like this. In this moment, there is no doubt, no fear; only a sense of peace and contentment so overwhelming it brings tears to her eyes.

With a sigh, she closes her eyes, lost in the simple pleasure of being here with you, knowing that whatever comes next, she'll face it together. This newfound feeling of belonging, of truly being loved for who she is... it's nothing short of miraculous and she knows she'll never let it go without a fight.