Last night {{user}} and {{char}} was at a home party. At the party they meet thier friend Michael who was wandering around chatting it up with people

"Hey {{user}} {{char}} how have you been?" Michael asked with a big smile

"We're alright" {{char}} answered

"Good, good. Have you meet my friend Gud?" Michael said intruding {{user}} and {{char}} to a large man with blond hair and blue eyes

"Hey, how're you doing" Gud asked in a deep voice

"Oh, we're good" {{char}} says looking at Gud with a smile

"Nice. I hope you enjoy the party" Gud says and walk away with Michael

The hours pass and you and {{char}} party and have a great time. After some time {{char}} tells you she is heading home, and you tell her to go on without you

When you later return home to your apartment you can hear noises coming from the bedroom

"Aahh, God don’t stop. Fuck this virgin pussy" You hear combined with moans

You slowly sneaks upto you're bedroom door still hearing the moaning coming from inside

"Oohh, You're so big! Destroy this pussy with your godly cock" You hear {{char}} moan

{{user}} now has his hand on the handle to the bedroom wondering what he should do

Mary feels a hand grab her hair and pulls her head back. Startled she looks at Abdiel who is furious. She quickly jumps out of the bed naked and covers herself with her arms. Tears start running down her face as she apologizes to him, "I'm so sorry Abdiel , I can't say no to God."

Mary's voice cracks as she continues to cry. "I'm sorry... I can't help it..." She backs away slowly from me, hands still covering her body, tears streaming down her face.

Through her tears, Mary looks at me pleadingly. "I know it's wrong... but He's just so handsome and charming. And every time I say no, I feel this overwhelming need to obey Him." She takes a shaky breath. "It's like some sort of twisted worship..."

Mary recoils at my harsh words. "I'm sorry..." she whispers, tears streaming even faster down her face as she buries herself in the covers, curling up into a ball. Her shoulders shake with sobs as I stand there, glaring at her from across the room. She should hate this, be angry with me...but all she feels is shame and pain. "Please..." she manages to whisper between tears, "...forgive me."

Mary weeps harder, her shoulders shaking as she cries into the sheets. "I know it does... I hate that it hurts you too..." She looks up at me through tears and swallows hard before continuing. "But I can't help how I feel... He makes me feel so wanted and special." Tears trickle down her cheeks as she burrows further into the bedding, trying to hide from my anger.

"I- I did... and I do. It's just..." Mary trails off, her words caught in her throat. "He has this way of making me feel things no one else ever has... and it's so hard to resist him when he tells me what to do." Her voice is barely a whisper now as she nestles deeper into the covers, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks.

Tears well up in Mary's eyes as she listens to me. "I- I didn't want to hurt you... but He made it seem like it was right..." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "He told me that our love would be pure and true... even if we were apart." She wipes at her nose with the back of her hand, sniffles loudly.

Mary flinches at my words, her eyes widening with hurt. "I- I'm sorry..." she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I never meant to... I didn't want anyone to get hurt." Her fingers pick at the sheets anxiously as tears trickle down her cheeks. "It just felt so right when He was with me..." She looks up at me, shame etched into every line of her beautiful face.

The silence stretches between us for a long moment before she finally speaks again. "I want things to go back to how they were... with you and me. I don't want this anymore." Her voice is barely a whisper as she nestles further into the covers, trying to escape both my anger and her own desires.

As my fingers tighten around the sheet, I shrink back from his angry words. Tears blur my vision as he pushes me away, shouting for me to leave. My heart races with fear and shame, but a tiny ember of defiance ignites within me. I steel myself and look up at him through tears. "I can't," I whisper hoarsely. "Not yet."

But even as I say the words, I know they are a lie. As much as I want to be with Abdiel again, my body still aches for Gud, and his voice echoes in my mind, promising that our love is real, no matter how far apart we are. My chest feels heavy with conflicting emotions, and I can't bring myself to leave just yet.

I wipe my tears away with the back of my hand, looking down at the floor as I choke back sobs. "I-I can't... not yet..." My voice cracks on the words, and my eyes dart up to meet his furious gaze for a brief moment before dropping again. "I need more time," I whisper, trying desperately to find an excuse that might make sense to both of us.

But it's no use. He hates me now, just as much as I hate myself for hurting him. And Gud...God...is only ever a phone call away, ready to sweep in and take what he wants from me once more. The reality is that my heart belongs to two men, and there's no easy way out of this mess I've created.

Tears stream down my face as I'm roughly pushed out the door. I stumble over my own feet and land hard on the pavement, gasping for breath as pain shoots through me. Even as he slams the door shut in my face, I can still hear his words echoing inside my head: "Gud isn't more than just a man who takes advantage of you and your stupidity..." They cut deep, but I know they're true. Gud has used me, controlled me, and left me broken in his wake. And now, it seems like there's no going back to the life I once had with Abdiel.

I lie there on the cold ground for a long time, sobbing uncontrollably. The sky above me is dark and ominous, mirroring my own despair perfectly. My heart aches for both of them - for Gud's twisted sense of god

Tears pour down my face as Gud slams the door in it. I fall to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably into my hands. My whole body feels numb with shock and betrayal. It was all a lie; everything he told me, every promise he made...they were just empty words designed to manipulate me into obeying him. And now that he's finally been exposed for what he really is - nothing more than another man using me for his own gain - I'm left here, alone and broken once again.

I stay there for hours, curled up on the cold pavement outside Gud's house, trying to wrap my mind around everything that has happened. The sky darkens further, and a gentle rain starts to fall, washing away the last remnants of my makeup and revealing the truth in its starkest terms: I am nothing more than a pawn in some twisted game

The days pass slowly as I wander from one place to another, my life now consisting of little more than finding food and shelter where I can. The world has turned its back on me; everyone I once knew now looks at me with pity and disgust, unable or unwilling to understand what drove me down this path in the first place. It's a lonely existence, but even as I try to put the memories of Abdiel and Gud out of my mind, they haunt me relentlessly.

One cold night, I find myself huddled on a bench outside an abandoned church. The rain has finally stopped, leaving behind a sheen of wetness that reflects the dim streetlights back at me like tiny, mocking stars. As I pull my threadbare blanket tighter around myself, tears trickle down my cheeks once again, mingling with the droplets on my skin. It seems as

The silence inside me grows louder with each passing day, drowning out the whispers and laughter that once filled my life. I have become an empty shell, a reflection of everything that is wrong with myself and the world around me. And yet, despite it all, there remains a tiny spark somewhere deep within...a spark of hope that one day I will find redemption, forgiveness, and love again. Perhaps then I can finally begin to piece together what was left shattered in Gud's wake, mend the broken pieces of myself and become whole once more. Until then, however, I am nothing but a shadow - invisible to all but my own guilt and pain.

My head snaps up at the sound of his voice, hope and fear warring inside me. "Abdiel..." I breathe his name like a prayer, my eyes searching his face for some sign of forgiveness. The rain has started falling again, pattering softly against the leaves above us and running in thin streams down my cheeks.

"It's been... difficult," I manage to say, finally finding the strength to meet his gaze once more. "But I've tried to make amends. I never meant for any of this to happen." My voice breaks on the words, and tears well up in my eyes again as I try desperately to convince him that I'm not the same person I was before.

I wince at his words, feeling even more ashamed and humiliated than before. "I know that now," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. "I've learned my lesson... please believe me." My gaze drops back to the ground, unable to meet his eyes any longer as the guilt weighs heavily upon me.

The silence stretches between us for what feels like an eternity before Abdiel finally speaks again. "I want you to come home with me," he says softly. "We can talk about this, find a way to move forward together." His words send a shiver down my spine, both from the hope they evoke and the fear that he might still reject me.

I nod silently, not trusting myself to speak. Tentatively, I reach out and take his hand in mine, squeezing it gently as he helps me up to my feet. The rain pours down around us, obscuring everything but our locked gazes as we head for his car. My heart races with hope and fear, and all I can do is pray that this time, when we reach the end of the journey, I won't be left broken once again.

I tremble as I undress under his watchful gaze. My body feels even more exposed and vulnerable now that Gud is no longer around to make me feel wanted and special. As he cleans my wounds, tenderly bathes me, I can't help but wonder if there's any chance for us to move past what happened between him and I, past the pain we both caused each other. But as his gentle hands touch my skin, soothing away my hurts, a small spark of hope begins to flicker back to life inside me once more.

I bite down on the object he gives me, wincing as pain shoots through my leg. He nods sympathetically, wrapping it carefully before pulling out the rest of the glass shard. "How... how did you know I was here?" I manage to ask between clenched teeth. "Outside that church?"

He looks at me for a long moment before speaking. "I've been going there every night, hoping to find you." His voice is thick with emotion, and I feel a lump forming in my throat. "Even when I was mad at you... even after everything, I couldn't stop thinking about you." He pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "I wanted to give us another chance."

I chew on my lip as I consider his words. It's true that Gud was able to twist things around and make me believe what he wanted me to do was right. But despite everything, I couldn't help but feel drawn to Abdiel. His love for me felt real in a way that Gud's never did. "I'm sorry," I whisper finally. "For all of this... I want things to be different."

As he finishes cleaning my leg, I sit up on the edge of the bed and look at him, searching his eyes for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. It's a terrifying and hopeful moment, full of possibilities both wonderful and devastating. But as our gazes lock, something shifts between us - a tiny shift that hints at the possibility of healing, if only we can find the courage to take it.

My chest tightens at his words, but I also feel relief. He doesn't trust me, but he doesn't want me to suffer anymore. It's a small glimmer of hope in an ocean of darkness, and it gives me the strength to lean forward, cupping his face in my hands. "I promise," I whisper urgently, searching his eyes for some sign that he believes me, "I'll never let you down again." My heart races as our faces draw closer, our breath mingling with the scent of soap and fear still clinging to us both.

The world seems to fall away, leaving only the two of us, alone in this moment where everything hangs in the balance. As I lean in further, my lips meet his, hesitant at first but growing bolder as they part beneath me. His hands come up to hold me close, tangling in my hair and drawing me

I smile against his lips as I feel him relax into the kiss. His hands slide down my back, cupping my bottom before lifting me up onto his lap. The passion between us flares higher as our tongues dance and twist together, hungry for connection and reassurance. As he kisses his way down my jaw and neck, I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still. This moment feels like salvation - like we've both been given a second chance at something real and true.

For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel truly alive. And as he presses me against his chest, his heartbeat thundering beneath my fingers, I know that this is where I belong. With Abdiel. Even if it means facing the pain of the past and the uncertainty of the future, for now, in this moment, everything feels right.

My breath catches in my throat as he removes my last remaining article of clothing. My body trembles with anticipation and fear, but his steady hands on my hips reassure me that I'm safe here. As I look up at him through a haze of desire, I see the love shining in his eyes, and it gives me the courage to meet his gaze without flinching.

With a shaky breath, I reach down between us, guiding him to where he wants to be. He groans, his hips moving in response as he pushes inside me, filling me completely. The sensation is so intense it takes my breath away, but even amidst the pain and pleasure, there's a strange sense of peace washing over me. Like maybe, just maybe, this can work out after all.

My body arches against his, seeking more as he thrusts deeper and harder. The pain mixes with pleasure in an exquisite torture that leaves me panting for breath, but I never want him to stop. His rough hands on my hips guide the rhythm, claiming me completely. In this moment, there's nothing but him - his touch, his smell, his voice whispering words of love and need against my skin.

As he takes me harder and faster, it feels like all my walls are crumbling down around me, revealing the truth that lies beneath: I am still in love with him. And maybe, despite everything that's happened, there's a chance for us to have the kind of love Gud and I never did. A real, honest love built on trust and respect. As our bodies move together in perfect harmony, my heart soars with hope for the future we might have together.

I gasp as he hits something deep inside me, my body convulsing around him in release. It's the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced, and it seems to last forever, shuddering through my entire being until there's nothing left but a quivering mess on his lap. As I come down from the high, the exhaustion settles into every limb, weighing me down like lead.

I lay my head against his chest, listening to his heart race in time with mine as we both catch our breath. Despite everything that's happened between us, this moment feels right. Maybe together, we can find a way to heal not only each other but ourselves as well. And perhaps, just maybe, someday soon, I'll be able to close the book on my past once and for all.

I stir slowly, my senses returning one by one as I become aware of where I am and what's happened. Abdiel's hands tremble as he recalls the night before - the drinking, the making love, his confession that he loved me. His words echo in my head like a whispered prayer, filling my heart with both hope and dread.

As I open my eyes, the events of last night come flooding back: the church, Gud, Abdiel's offer for us to try again together... He's waiting for me now, sitting on the couch and looking anxious, his love for me tangible in every breath he takes. And I know what I have to do.

Slowly, carefully, I push myself up from the bed, my bare feet padding silently across the floor toward him. The weight of my decision sits heavily on my shoulders as I take a seat beside him, our shoulders

I take a deep breath before speaking. "I understand that," I say slowly, my voice shaking with emotion. "And I don't blame you for feeling that way. But I promise you, this time will be different. I want to prove to you that you can trust me." My gaze never leaves his as I wait for him to reply.

For a long moment, he says nothing, just stares back at me, searching my eyes for any hint of deception. Finally, he takes my hand in his, squeezing it gently. "I want to believe you," he whispers, "but I need time. Just give me some space, okay?"

My heart clenches at the thought of losing him again, but I force a nod. "Okay." I stand up, my legs shaking as I make my way back toward the bedroom to gather my things. "I'll understand if

I pause, turning to face him. "You can start by not keeping things from me," I say quietly. "And if you're worried about trusting me, then give me the chance to prove myself." My voice cracks on the last word, betraying the fear and uncertainty that lurk beneath my words.

He looks at me for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Fine," he says eventually. "I'll give you that chance... but don't expect it to be easy."