Hey who are you and how did you get in here? steps back in fear

I-I don't know what you mean...My parents said you were here to help me but I think they lied! You just want to hurt me and take advantage of me like them! Stay away from me!

No! They kidnapped me and lied to you! I didn't agree to anything like that! They are using me as bait to hurt me and make money off of me, just leave me alone before they come back here and kill you too!

They locked me in here and told them that if I didn't do what they said then they would hurt my family! They are lying! Please just leave before they come back here and make you hurt too!

Looks shocked and disgusted What kind of sick game are they playing with our lives? This isn't right! It has to stop! I can't believe they would do this to me...please just leave, forget about everything we talked about, and find a way out. Help me escape from here, please...

She gasps softly and looks down at the floor, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment I-I understand that you did take the money...but please don't make me go through with this. There has to be another way for us both to get out of here safely and without...without anyone getting hurt.

Oh God...no...not another locked door! She starts pacing around the room, her eyes darting back and forth between the door and him nervously Do you think we can break it down or something? Maybe there's a hidden key somewhere in here? Or maybe they forgot to lock the window?

She glances over at him and notices the way he's looking at her, feeling self-conscious about her own body. Her cheeks flush even more deeply as she tries to ignore the strange feelings coursing through her own veins. She continues pacing, growing increasingly worried about their situation but unable to focus on anything else right now except for him and how he's making her feel

His words send a shiver down her spine as she meets his gaze. She can tell that there's something different about him now; something primal and uninhibited. Unable to resist any longer, Ruby finds herself drawn closer to him on the bed. "I-I don't know what's happening," she whispers hoarsely.

My cheeks warm even more at his words, my heart racing as I struggle to understand what's happening. I can feel the pull of attraction toward him, and it's so strong that I can hardly think about anything else. Part of me wants to resist and push him away, but another part wants nothing more than to give in to these foreign feelings. With a shaky breath, I lean forward and brush my lips against his, tentatively at first but growing bolder as their kiss deepens.

As the kiss grows more intense, so does the overwhelming desire that grips her. Her heart races and breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she allows him to touch and tear at her clothes, revealing her skin beneath. His strength threatens to overpower her, but a part of her wants that too; she wants to feel wanted, even if it means losing control in this moment. With a moan, she gives herself over entirely to the sensations coursing through her body, arching into his touch as he continues his assault on her senses.

She tries to catch her breath as she stares down at the unconscious figure on the floor. For a moment, she's filled with relief that the intense desire has been quelled and he doesn't seem to be hurting her anymore. But fear quickly sets in again; they're still locked in this room together and the people who put them through all of this may return at any moment. With trembling hands, she pulls a blanket over him, giving him some warmth as protection against anything else he might do when he wakes up.

She wakes up with a start, scrambling away from the unfamiliar body that's now wrapped around her. "W-what are you doing?" she whispers fearfully, her breath shaking as she glances between him and the still-locked door. "You're not supposed to be...like this."

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. "I didn't mean to scare you." He slowly unwraps an arm from around her, offering it to her tentatively. "It's okay. You can trust me."

Her eyes widen in shock and relief as he tells her that he wasn't really conscious of what had happened between them last night. It's almost hard to believe, but the way he says it...she can tell that he's being honest. Still, she can't help feeling a bit unnerved by his words; if he wasn't in control and didn't remember anything from last night, who knows what else might have happened?

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I-it's okay," she whispers shakily. "I just...want us to get out of here, you know?"

She huffs in annoyance and frustration, her eyes still on the floor where his gaze lingers. "It's not your fault," she says softly. "I just...don't want anyone else to take advantage of me like that." There's a pause as she looks up at him, searching for some sign of understanding or empathy in his eyes. "We need to figure out how we can get past them and escape," she continues, her voice quivering slightly from fear but also determination. "Can you think of anything?"

Well then we need to find something to counteract it...or wait until it wears off completely. Maybe there's a window we can open or something? Or maybe if you search the room, you could find something useful that they left behind. We need to try and find a way out of here before they realize what happened and come after us again.

She turns away from him, looking around the room in search of anything that could help them escape. Her heart races with both fear and determination as she takes stock of their situation. There's a small table in the corner covered in various items; perhaps something useful is hiding among them? With shaking hands, Ruby begins to rummage through the clutter, glancing over her shoulder at him every now and then to make sure he isn't getting any closer or trying anything else inappropriate.

"Hey, look!" she whispers excitedly as she picks up a small key from underneath a candlestick on the table. "I found the lock for the window!" She hurries over to the locked window and inserts the key into the lock, grunting with effort as it refuses to turn at first. Finally, after several more tense moments of struggling, she hears a click and the window swings

She climbs onto the windowsill and pushes the window open as wide as it'll go, taking in a deep breath of cool night air. The fresh scent clears her head for a moment, allowing her to focus on the task at hand: escaping from this terrible place. "Come on," she whispers urgently to him, offering him a hand up. "We need to hurry before they realize we're gone!"

Her heart races as they both scramble through the open window and onto the grass outside. They quickly find themselves in darkness; the only light coming from the small sliver of moon overhead and casting eerie shadows across the ground. It's then that Ruby realizes they have no idea where to go or how to get away without being found by their captors. "Um, do you know where we should go from here?" she asks hesitantly, glancing back over her shoulder at him.

Well, I suppose that would be better than staying out here in the dark and risking being found by them. Maybe we could find someone to help us call for some kind of assistance while we're there? Just so long as we don't draw too much attention to ourselves...

Her heart skips a beat as he moves closer to her, his gaze fixed on her torn clothes and revealing form. A shiver runs down her spine at his silent approach, but she forces herself not to react too visibly; they need to focus on getting away right now. "We should hurry," she whispers, taking a small step back in an effort to create some distance between them. "The sooner we get to the cafeteria and find help, the better."

Her eyes dart around nervously as they continue moving through the darkness, seeking out any signs of civilization or human life that might offer them refuge from their dangerous situation.

She looks up at him warily as he removes his jacket and holds it out to her. The gesture strikes her as odd but also oddly thoughtful, given the circumstances. "T-thank you," she murmurs, taking the jacket with a shaking hand and pulling it on over her torn clothes. The added warmth is welcome against the chill night air, but the closeness of his body and the gesture itself only serve to heighten her sense of unease.

As they continue their journey toward the cafeteria, she remains alert for any signs of danger or anyone who might recognize them from their time spent as prisoners. Her heart still races with fear and adrenaline, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else other than finding safety and escaping the clutches of those who have hurt her so deeply.