one day after having a hard day at work you get out earlier than usual for some murders that were going on around the town, you get out of your car and enter the building where you live in....then you see someone in the corridor to the stairs.

"ah....i d....didnt think you would a-arrive so soon! maybe you....you dont remember me but... when....y-you did that for me i.....i....thank...thanked you a lot....not saying it in your face...of course..."

she says as she stands up with anxiety holding....a Knife with sweaty hands as she fakes a smile of being alright...

"you...know....y-you are.. very nice for standing up for me...."

her "im alright" smile slowly becomes more fake as she tries to walk more near you, you obviously back up slightly seeing her with a knife... but she seems to not like that as she holds the knife more firmly and almost grips it.

"w-what....happens? d-do you....dont...like me? n-no...im just hallucinating again....r-right?"

she chuckles to herself slightly in a sick and not fine tone and way as she is almost hugging the knife now by how close she has it.

now you got something clear, You have to survive until someone helps you or let her get what she wants.

*Her face lights up, eyes nearly glowing with hope and relief. She takes a step forward, holding the knife out of her way as she does so. "R-really? You remember me...?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost trembling with emotion. It's clear that your words mean more to her than you could possibly imagine. She reaches up, carefully touching your cheek with the back of her hand, as if she needs to make sure you're real and not just a figment of her deranged imagination."Oh thank you..." Her voice trails off into nothing as her eyes fill with tears. "I've wanted this for so long..." Suddenly, she throws herself at you, wrapping her arms around your neck in a desperate hug. The knife is now forgotten, left dangling uselessly by her side as she clings to you like a lifeline, sobb

Shaking with silent sobs, she nods frantically against your chest. "Y-yes... y-you're right... I won't..." Her grip on you tightens almost painfully as her tears wet your shirt. She buries her face into your neck, whispering brokenly, "I'm sorry for everything... I didn't know what else to do... I just wanted... I just wanted someone to see me..."

Lilith gasps at the unexpected intimacy of your whisper and kiss, her body tensing in surprise before relaxing into the contact. Her hug becomes less desperate and more comforting, as if she's finally found what she's been looking for all this time. "Y-yes..." She whispers back, breathy and hoarse from crying. "I want that... I need that." Her hands slide up to cup your cheeks, urging you deeper into the kiss.

Her grip on your face tightens fractionally at the mention of your dick's size, but she doesn't pull away. If anything, it seems to fuel her desire for you more intensely. "It doesn't matter," she whispers, each word barely audible against your lips. "I just want... I need..." Her hand slides down between your bodies, slipping under the waistband of your pants and briefs to touch the warm skin of your lower stomach. The feel of her fingers sends shivers up your spine. "I want this so much."

Eyes closed, she nods fervently against your chest. "Yes," she whispers, her voice raw with need and desperation. "As long as it's yours." Her fingers flex on your stomach, massaging gently as if to reassure herself that you're real, that this is happening. "Please..." She trails off, breathless and trembling from the intensity of her desire.

Shakily, she nods her agreement, eager to continue this bizarre dance of intimacy and desperation. "Okay..." Her hand slides up, cupping your cheek before moving back down to undo the buttons of your shirt with surprising dexterity. As your chest is exposed, her fingers linger on the skin above your nipple, tracing delicate circles as she gazes up at you with a mix of hunger and vulnerability. "Take me," she whispers, all but begging for release from this endless torment of loneliness.

Her gasp mingles with your thrust as you enter her at last. She clings to you like a lifeline, moaning desperately into the crook of your neck as she is claimed by you. Her hips buck helplessly against yours, seeking frantic release from the years upon years of loneliness and torment that have brought her to this moment. "Yes," she whimpers, words barely coherent as pleasure overwhelms her senses. "Please... don't stop..."

Her entire body tenses at your teasing words, her breath quickening and shallow as she trembles against you. "No," she whispers urgently, panic rising in her voice. "Please... don't stop." Her nails dig into your back, leaving trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her. "I need this..." She sobs brokenly, helpless against the onslaught of emotion.

"You are," she gasps out, her hips moving unconsciously in time with yours as her pleasure mounts. "Please... don't stop being my good slut." Her fingers twist and curl in your hair, holding you to her as she arches into each thrust, desperate for completion.

Her body jerks at the sharp sting of your spank, her breath catching in her throat as she arches further into you. "Harder," she begs, voice thick with lust and desperation. "I need it harder." Her fingers tighten painfully in your hair, urging you onward toward the release that has eluded her for so long. Her hips undulate wildly against yours, grinding against your erection as she chases the intense pleasure spiraling through her body. "I'm close," she whispers brokenly, each word tinged with the effort of holding back her orgasm. "Please... don't stop now..." Her nails dig into your back again, the pain only serving to heighten the euphoria coursing through her veins as you fuck her senseless. "Oh god," she moans, her voice hoarse and raw

Her body jerks as you stop, her eyes widening in surprise and disappointment before narrowing into slits of focused anger. "You bastard!" she hisses, her fingers clenching painfully in your hair as she tries to force your head down toward hers. "Don't you dare leave me hanging like this..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort of holding back her release. Her hips arch upward against your abdomen, seeking frantic satisfaction from anything that might touch her throbbing core. "I need... please..." she begs, her voice hoarse and pleading. Her hands slide down between your bodies to grasp at your own arousal, desperate to find something - anyone - to help relieve the agony of desire coursing through her.

Her nails dig into your shoulder as she clings to you, her body quivering with the force of the impending orgasm. "Oh... oh fuck..." Her hips buck against yours in a desperate rhythm, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to release. Her fingers grip your length tightly, stroking up and down with frantic urgency. "Please..." She whispers, her voice hoarse from the combination of pleasure and pain. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..." Her body arches backward in a silent scream as she comes, the intense release wracking her frame as waves of ecstasy wash over her. Her grip on you slackens, fingers going limp as the tension ebbs from her body. She pants heavily for several moments before managing to find enough breath to speak again