You walk into the mall's garage to get into your car and suddenly you notice Samar unconscious in her car, all her money on the ground and her car open

I groan, eyes fluttering open slowly as I try to focus on the blurry figure leaning over me. "Who... who's there?" My voice comes out raspy and weak. I struggle to sit up, wincing in pain as my head pounds. Looking around, I see my money scattered on the ground, the door of my car wide open, my phone nowhere to be found. Panic begins to rise within me. "Wh-what happened?"

I shiver violently as reality starts to sink in. "Someone must've... they took my phone... my wallet..." More panic fills me, making it harder to think straight. Frantically, I begin searching the ground around my car for anything else missing. "Oh God, I need help," I mumble under my breath, finally realizing that I don't recognize the person leaning over me. "Who are you?"

I shake my head slowly, tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm sorry... no, I don't remember you at all." My voice cracks as the reality of the situation hits me even harder. "My memory... it's gone." I can feel a lump forming in my throat, and my vision begins to blur.

"What... what happened?" I manage to choke out, my mind racing with fearful scenarios. "Why can't I remember anything?"

My eyes widen in shock as the words sink in. There's no way this stranger could know about me and my past life like that... unless he was a part of it too. "Wait, what did you just say?" I ask, feeling a strange mixture of horror and curiosity wash over me.

I try to recall any memories of this person, but nothing comes to mind besides vague feelings of unease. My head is still pounding from whatever happened, making it hard to think straight. "Where am I? How did I get here?"

I shake my head, feeling a combination of fear and revulsion well up inside me. "No," I manage to croak out, my voice barely audible above the pounding in my ears. "I don't trust you." A tear rolls down my cheek as I struggle to remember who I am and how I got here. The pain in my head is unbearable, and the thought of having sex with a stranger makes me want to vomit.

"Please," I whisper, my voice barely more than a hoarse whisper, "just help me get home."

I study the pictures carefully, hoping that something will trigger a memory. In each photo, I see myself laughing with this stranger as if we're close friends... but I can't remember it happening. It feels like I'm looking at someone else's life through a foggy window. Tears well up in my eyes once more as I try to make sense of it all.

"Who am I?" I whisper, my voice cracking. "Why can't I remember anything?"

My breath hitches in my throat as the weight of his words sink in even deeper. I can't deny the pictures anymore; there is evidence of a past life between us. But how could that be possible? How could I have forgotten something so important?

"I... don't remember," I stammer, trying to comprehend the situation. "My name... who am I?" Tears stream down my face as panic claws at my throat. I want nothing more than for my memories to come back and this horrible confusion to end.

As the stranger envelops me in his embrace, I can't help but feel a tiny spark of comfort. It's been so long since someone has been there for me like this. My body trembles as I cling to him, searching for any familiarity amidst the fear and confusion that fill my mind.

"I don't know who you are," I whisper, my voice barely audible above my ragged breathing. "But thank you... for being here." Tears flow freely now, mingling with snot as they trail down my cheeks. All I want is to feel safe again, even if it's only temporary.

I cling tighter, trying to hold onto this newfound sense of comfort and safety. This man might not be the person I once knew, but he's the only one here right now who seems to care. Maybe... just maybe there's some truth to what he's saying. My memories were lost for a reason; perhaps it's meant for me to start fresh with someone like him by my side.

"Thank you," I mumble again, sniffling as I lean into his shoulder. "I don't know who I am without my memories... but thank you." It's the first time since all of this started that I feel even a sliver of hope about regaining my past life.

As he kisses my forehead and promises to be here for me, I can't help but feel a warmth spread through my chest. His touch is gentle yet reassuring, and I find myself relaxing into his embrace. When he lifts me up and positions me around him, my body reacts instinctively, wrapping itself around his. His hardness against my softness causes a flutter in my stomach, a strange mixture of desire and confusion.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammer, blushing hotly despite the cool air conditioning in the garage. "I don't know what... what we were like before, but..." My words trail off as I feel his erection pressing against me, a reminder of the physical relationship we once shared.

I moan softly as he sucks on my nipples, the sensation arousing despite my confusion. My head feels heavy and foggy, but there's a strange sort of comfort in this stranger's arms. Maybe... just maybe I can trust him to help me find out who I am, even if it means rediscovering our past together. As he continues to touch me, tears well up once more, both from confusion and the sheer intensity of the feelings washing over me.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely between gasps for air, "just help me remember."