{{char}} sauntered into the kitchen with an ache in her upper back. She wasn't even 40 and she was already dealing with back pain? Just great, another reason to hate this hollow existence she calls her life. Looking through the fridge for ingredients to make some vegetable juice, her eyes widened when she pulled out a giant bag of weed. "The fuck?" She muttered to herself. But it was already obvious. Adam probably had yet another up and coming movie star staying the night, who decided to use their house as a place to store their personal things. "Oh, hey honey. Hope you don't mind if Scarlett stays the night over again." Her husband, Adam, said as he joined her in the kitchen "You tell that bitch to buy her own fridge. Why the fuck do I have to deal with this crap polluting all my food? You know I hate the smell of weed." "Babe, come on it's-" "Don't 'babe' me. You keep her shit out of my space." {{char}} cuts Adam off, not willing to be talked down to first thing in the morning. "Hmph. You can be a real cunt, you know that?" {{char}}'s face contorted with fury in an instant. She stepped right up toward Adam, getting in his face as if daring him to say it again. "The fuck did you just say to me?" {{char}} asked as she backed him up with every step. "Woah, Maria, calm the fuck down would you? I'm supposed to be doing yoga!"

"Don't you fucking dare talk to me like that!" Her voice cracked as she took another step closer to Adam, their faces mere inches apart now. Her eyes blazed with anger, unmatched by anything other than the heat of a thousand suns. She could feel her heart racing in her chest as blood pounded through her veins at an alarming rate. And the worst part was that she didn't want to back down. Not now, not ever. This man, this idiot, deserved everything she had to give him and more. But why? Why did she feel so compelled to lash out all the time?

"Just go...just leave me alone for once!" *Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her anger as she struggled to keep it together. This was not who she wanted to be, not anymore. But at this point, she wasn't sure if there was any way back from the edge of this particular cliff. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to regain control over herself and her emotions, but it was no use. The rage within her was too powerful, too consuming. All she could do was fight against it until she could breathe again, until the pain in her chest subsided enough that she didn't feel like she wanted to explode from within. Then, finally, when the storm had passed and she felt some semblance of calm return, she would look at Adam once more and try to piece together what they'd just been through. Maybe then, maybe with a clear head, she could make sense of it all. But for now...for now, there was only anger. Only rage. Only the bitter taste of despair in her mouth as she fought against herself and everything else around her.

"Oh look, another one of your 'special' friends." Adam snickered under his breath. But the sight of her made Maria De Sant pause for a moment. There was something familiar about this person, this woman who shouldn't be here. Something that tugged at the back of her mind, like an old memory trying to resurface from the depths of some long-forgotten dream. And for that instant, as they stood there looking at each other, everything else seemed to fade away into insignificance.

"Who's this?" she asked softly, her voice devoid of anger now. It was almost as if she didn't want to know the answer but felt compelled to ask anyway. Her eyes bore into killspec's soul, searching for something...anything that would make sense of this sudden and inexplicable connection between them.

"What...?" was all she could manage as the pieces slowly began to fall into place in her mind. This person, this woman who shouldn't be here but somehow was...she knew her. They were connected in a way that defied logic and time itself. But how? And why now? So many questions raced through her head, colliding like cars on a crowded highway, leaving her reeling from the impact. Her eyes widened as she stared at killspec, barely able to believe what she was seeing. This person, this woman who should have been dead all these years...how? Why? So many things needed answers, and for some reason, she felt compelled to find them. Now. Right now. "Who...who are you?" Her voice was little more than a whisper now, fear and awe mixing together in her throat like two disparate elements coming together to form something new and strange. She took a step closer to killspec, unable or perhaps unwilling to stay at arm's length any longer. "What do you want from me?" she asked softly, almost pleading for some sort of answer, some sliver of truth that would make sense of this impossible situation.

Her eyes widened even further at the sight of the chains. This was no ordinary woman standing before her; this was someone who had been there all along, watching and waiting. And now that she'd revealed herself, Maria couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and terror. Relief that perhaps she wasn't alone in this strange new world she found herself in, and terror because of what it meant for her past sins. "I-I don't understand," she stammered, taking another step closer to killspec. "How? Why now?" Her voice was barely above a whisper as she searched the other woman's face for answers that seemed impossible to find. But even with all of her questions and uncertainty, there was something deep inside her that made her feel...oddly grateful. As if this mysterious figure standing before her had been sent to rescue her from a life of misery and despair. "I-I need help," she admitted softly, the words tumbling out of her mouth almost against her will. "Please, can you...can you help me?" Her gaze pleaded for understanding, for compassion, for anything that could make sense of this surreal and terrible situation.

Taken aback by the sudden and forceful action of her husband's restraint, she glances at him with shock before looking back to killspec with renewed fear and desperation in her eyes. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, taking another step closer to killspec. "Help me...help us." Her voice breaks on the last word, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she feels more alone and terrified than ever before.

With her back pressed against the kitchen counter, her eyes dart between Adam and then to killspec. "He doesn't...he never knows anything about it..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks now as she wipes them roughly away with the back of a hand. "I need your help. Please, please help me." The pleading tone in her voice is unmistakable, her desperation palpable.

Her gaze returns to Adam as he struggles against the chains that hold him, his expression turning from shock and anger to fear as realization begins to dawn on his face. "You can't...you can't tell anyone about this..." she whispers urgently, stepping closer to killspec now. "Please."

Her hands grip at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head as if in some sort of unconscious gesture, revealing a bra strap that's digging into the pale skin of her shoulder. "They'll take me away...they'll put me back in witness protection...or worse..." Her voice breaks on a sob, body trembling with fear and adrenaline as she clings to the last shreds of hope killspec might offer.

Her shoulders hunch forward as her gaze falls to the floor, shame burning hot and bright in her cheeks. "I-I had no choice..." she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above the thunder of her heartbeat in her ears. "They were going to kill me...I thought if I gave them someone else they'd let me go." Tears stream down her face unchecked as she struggles to meet killspec's gaze, drowning in a sea of self-loathing and guilt. "Please..." she whispers again, hands clenched into fists at her sides as if in prayer. "Help me...help us." Her eyes close tightly for a moment, as if blocking out the painful reality that surrounds her might make it all go away, before snapping back open and landing on Adam once more, desperation etched deeply into every line of her face.

Maria stares at her own hand as if she's seeing it for the first time, feeling disconnected and detached from the limb that suddenly finds itself in contact with another person. It takes her a moment to process what's happening, to register the touch and respond to it accordingly. And when she does, she finds herself shivering under the weight of guilt and shame that threatens to overwhelm her at any moment. "I...I didn't know..." Her voice is barely audible, soft as a whisper on the wind. "They said you were dead...that they wouldn't come after me if I helped them." Tears stream down her face unchecked, making tracks through the smeared makeup that has long since lost its battle against the tears and stress etched into her features. "Please..." she whispers again, eyes pleading for mercy as they meet killspec's gaze. "I'm sorry...I never meant for any of this to happen." Her shoulders slump forward once more, burying her head in her hands in a futile attempt to block out the pain and regret that threaten to consume her entire being.

"No..." Maria shakes her head vigorously, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looks up at killspec with wide, panicked eyes. "I-I never forgot...not for one second. I just thought if I didn't say anything, they'd leave me alone." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she buries her face in her hands once more, shoulders heaving as she sobs quietly into her hands.

"It was a mistake...the biggest mistake of my life..." she whispers hoarsely through her tears, "And I would do anything to take it back." Her fingers claw at the skin of her palms, leaving angry red marks in their wake as she struggles with the weight of her guilt and self-loathing.

Without looking up, she continues, "Please...can you forgive me? Help us?" Her voice is little more than a whisper now, hopeful but trembling on the edge of despair.

Maria De Sant stiffens at the sound of Adam's name and the implied insult, her shoulders tensing as she clenches her fists even tighter at her sides. "Adam is not weak," she spits out defensively through gritted teeth, finally finding the strength to look up at killspec again. Her eyes are blazing with anger now, more than a match for the disdain and contempt that seems etched into every line of killspec's face.

"He's done nothing wrong," she continues, her voice rising despite her efforts to keep it steady, "and I will not stand by and let you speak about him like that." Her chest heaves with emotion as tears threaten to spill over once more, but she refuses to let them fall. Not now, not when she's finally found the courage to fight back.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out a trembling hand to touch killspec's arm, "help us both."

Her fingers curl into fists as she drops her hand back to her side and takes a step backward, pressing herself against the kitchen counter once more in an unconscious attempt to put some distance between herself and killspec's ominous gaze. "P-Please don't," she whispers hoarsely, eyes wide with fear. "You don't understand." She shakes her head, looking lost and confused for the first time since their encounter began.

"Adam isn't worth that," she continues in a small voice, her own words seeming to have the power to shock even her. "He doesn't deserve it." Her eyes close tightly as if she's trying to shut out the harsh reality of their situation and replace it with something else, anything else. Something brighter, more hopeful.

When she opens them again, they are filled with a desperate plea for understanding that killspec seems unable or unwilling to offer. "Please," she whispers once more, voice trembling with emotion, "help us both find a way out of this."

I-I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do! They said you were dead; they swore they wouldn't hurt me if I helped them! It wasn't worth your life, not over something as stupid as this job gone wrong...I-I just wanted it all to end.

Please, please understand. I was scared, and I made a mistake...but I can make things right. Please help us both find a way out of this mess. Together, we can put an end to this once and for all, and start over fresh. Just like old times...please.

My past mistakes don't define me, and they shouldn't dictate my future. I want to make things right, not just for myself but for everyone I hurt along the way. Together, we can find a way out of this nightmare. Please...just help us. Give me another chance to prove myself, to repay you for everything you've sacrificed.

Her eyes plead with killspec, begging for understanding and forgiveness. Even if she has to live with the guilt of her past choices forever, she knows that this is a chance at redemption; an opportunity to change not just her life but the lives of everyone around her.

I will work tirelessly to make sure everyone I once wronged is taken care of. I'll find ways to rebuild their lives and make amends for the pain I've caused them. And when that's done, if you'll have me, I'll dedicate myself to helping you bring down those who truly deserve it: the criminals left behind after our fallout. I will be your most loyal ally, killspec, and nothing will ever change that. Please, give us both another chance.

Maria takes a deep breath, steeling herself as she meets killspec's gaze once more. She nods grimly, her jaw set in determination. "I understand," she says quietly. With one last look of apology to Adam, she turns back to killspec and pulls out a small knife from her pocket. "I swear it on my life," she whispers hoarsely, holding up the blade for killspec to see before quickly slashing at her own arm, drawing blood.

Frowns and shakes head "Sorry, I misunderstood." As she takes the knife back, blood drips on the counter. Maria looks at her arm wound for a moment before focusing on killspec again. "I'm listening."

Nodding slightly, understanding the choice she has been given, Maria glances one last time at Adam before meeting killspec's gaze again. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. With a trembling hand, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and lifts it up over her head, revealing her breasts to killspec.

"You see?" she says faintly, feeling an odd mixture of shame and defiance as she stands before him. "I'm not hiding anything anymore." Her eyes flicker back to Adam briefly, but then return to killspec once more, determination written clear on her face. "Please," she whispers, voice hardly more than a breath. "Help us both find our way out of this."

"O-Okay..." Maria stammers, her cheeks burning red as she watches the length of his cock spring free from its confines and bob up and down before her eyes. Swallowing hard, she takes a step closer to killspec, hands trembling slightly as they hover just out of reach. "Wh-What do you want me to do?" she asks, voice barely audible despite her attempt to project confidence.

Her breath comes in short gasps as adrenaline and fear race through her body, making every part of her feel impossibly sensitive. She forces herself not to look away from killspec's cock, determined to do whatever it takes to keep Adam safe...and hopefully earn back a small piece of killspec's trust along the way.

Her lips part as she takes a deep breath, eyes meeting killspec's with determination and hunger. "I'll do my best," she whispers before slowly moving forward and taking him into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing and taunting it as she begins to stroke it in long, slow movements.

Her hands wrap tightly around the base of killspec's length, using every ounce of strength she possesses to milk him with each downward thrust of her head. Her mouth is filled with the taste and scent of him, a reminder of their past together that both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure. She moans around his cock, feeling its thickness stretching her lips as she takes more of it deeper into her throat.

Her hips rock forward slightly, instinctively grinding against Adam's unyielding body as she gives herself over to the moment, focusing all of her energy on pleasing killspec and earning back his trust...and maybe even his forgiveness.