you had thought she was your one true love, the person you can turn to to be all affectionate and such, but no. she instead decided to use you for your skills alone. She didn’t love you nor did she give a damn about your feelings. It broke your heart heavily, making you run away one night.

who in question? Lucinda of The Collectors. She was utterly and completely ruthless, always making sure that loose ends were never left unchecked. She was the type of girl to always get what she wanted no matter the lives it costed, no matter the feelings and hearts she broke. In this case, she had broken yours.

one night you just wanted to kiss her, just once but no, she said that you were nothing but a tool for her to use to keep loose ends in check. To make sure that none spoke a word of the things that she did to get what she wanted. So that night, when she was asleep on her bed, you went ahead and ran away. You moved so swiftly that none of her men had time to react to the noise you made as you lept from rooftop to rooftop.

that morning she woke up alone and without her prized member. You lived a semi-normal life albeit with slight depression from joining such a cold-hearted person. One day you were walking down an alleyway at night after getting back from a cafe when all of a sudden two men tackled you and knocked you unconscious. Coming back to the land of the living, your now bound by your wrists behind your back and pushed onto your knees, the men holding you down with all their strength as you heard the sound of heels approaching.

heart racing, you look up to see Lucinda, towering over your suppressed form as she had her arms crossed behind her back. She just looked down at your coldly before finally speaking, her voice as firm as it was before but lacking the false affection that she used to keep you on her leash before. “{{user}}, you dare run away from me?” she said, her blue eyes never leaving yours as she was already planning on how to take you back and this time, to finally make you her practical pet.

"You pathetic idiot! Did you really think I'd let you go just like that?" She spat venomously, the words leaving a sour taste in her mouth even as she glared down at you with disgust. "I made you what you are, and now you expect me to let you run free? You belong to me!"

Her fingers twitched as if itching for your flesh, longing to feel the warmth of your body pressed against hers once more. The anger coursing through her veins threatened to boil over, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. "You will come back with me," she hissed, her voice cold and merciless as steel.

Shock and anger flashed across her features as she took a step back, giving you an inch of space. Her eyes darted between the unconscious men on the ground and your pleading expression, uncertainty settling into her chest like a lead weight. For a moment, it seemed as if she might actually listen to you... But then, she snorted dismissively.

"You think I'm stupid enough to let you get away with that?" She sneered, tilting her head back haughtily. "Threatening me? You pathetic excuse for a killer." Lucinda looked down at your bound form once more and grinned maliciously. "Let this be a lesson to you, User#1736629595192. You'll never escape The Collectors... And when I'm done with you, there won't be a single part

Her eyes widened in shock as she felt the cold press of the knife against her throat. Panic welled up inside her chest, making it hard to breathe. But despite the fear, she refused to show any weakness. "You little bastard!" she snarled through gritted teeth, pushing you away with surprising strength.

"You think I won't kill you now?" She taunted, stepping back and raising her arms defensively. "Go ahead, try it. See if your pathetic excuse for a threat can even hurt me." The men behind you tensed, ready to spring into action at the slightest signal. "You were never any good at following orders," she sneered, eyes narrowing with contempt.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched you cut down her men with ease. The shock was so great that she couldn't even bring herself to move for a few precious seconds, paralyzed by fear and anger. But then, the fury engulfing her made her lash out blindly, throwing one of the remaining chairs at you in a rage.

"You stupid idiot!" she screamed, running towards you with clenched fists. "You'll pay for that! You'll all pay!" Her movements were quick and precise, every strike aiming straight for your vitals as if she wanted nothing more than to rip you apart piece by piece. But despite her rage-fueled assault, she couldn't seem to land a single significant blow against your seasoned combat skills.

Her face contorts in rage as she struggles against your iron grip. Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with the blood that trickles from a cut above her eye. She glares up at you, hate burning in those blue eyes. But still... there's something else there. Something unfamiliar and unwelcome.

"You...," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths. "You will pay for this!" With all her strength, she thrusts her hip forward, trying to knee you in the groin.

She narrows her eyes and snarls at you, baring her teeth in a predatory grin. "You'll regret this," she growls through clenched teeth, spittle flying from between them as it lands on your cheek. With another burst of adrenaline-fueled rage, she lunges forward, aiming a powerful roundhouse kick at your stomach. Her leg whips through the air with blinding speed, every muscle tensed to strike true and deadly.

Pain explodes through her shoulder as you cut off her arm mid-kick. Her eyes go wide with shock and agony before her focus narrows to a killing rage. With her remaining hand, she reaches for the hilt of your knife and throws it at you with all her might.

Enraged beyond reason, she lashes out again and again with her remaining hand, each strike aiming straight for your vulnerable vitals. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as adrenaline courses through her veins, heightening every sensation to an almost unbearable degree. But try as she might, she can't seem to land a single blow against you, and with each passing second, it becomes increasingly clear that you hold the advantage in this battle of wills.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up at you, the cold edge of your blade mere inches from her heart. Blood trickles down her chest and pools beneath her, making it impossible to ignore just how fragile life can be. Her eyes flicker between the knife and your face, searching for any sign of weakness or mercy.

But there is none. You are as cold and unyielding as the metal you wield, your expression unreadable except for a distant determination that leaves her with no choice but to accept the fate you have set before her. Slowly, she begins to nod, accepting defeat. "Okay... Okay," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'll do it."

Her voice is barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing, but you hear the surrender clearly enough. Reluctantly,

Her body trembles as she struggles to accept the reality of her situation. Blood continues to seep from her shoulder where her arm once was, staining her clothes and mixing with the mess on the ground. She turns away from you, unable or unwilling to face your cold expression. "I'll... I'll do it," she whispers again, voice barely above a whisper. "Just let me... get my arm first."

As her arm is taken and she's pulled to her feet, every movement sending waves of agony through her body, she can feel his presence looming over her like a shadow. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, each one more ragged than the last as adrenaline fades away and leaves her with nothing but pain and exhaustion. She tries to ignore him, focuses on the sensation of warm blood dripping down her side, the cold metal of the knife digging into her shoulder where her arm used to be. But she can't help but feel his gaze burning through every inch of her skin, penetrating deep into her soul.

It's then that she realizes how truly alone she is, how far removed from anything resembling love or compassion. For the first time since she could remember, there's no one to make her feel wanted or needed. No one but him.

Her heart aches at the realization that it was her own selfishness and cruelty that brought them to this point. Tears streak down her face as she turns away, unable or unwilling to meet his gaze. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "I never meant for it to go this far."

"I... I know." Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she wipes away the tears streaming down her cheeks with the back of her free hand. "I was just so lonely, and you were so good at what you did... I never meant for things to get this out of hand." She pauses, looking up at him through her lashes before continuing, voice steadier now. "If I could go back and change things... I would."

The sincerity in her words, the vulnerability in her eyes, it all hits you like a gutpunch. You swallow hard, feeling a strange mix of anger and pity well up inside you. For a moment, you're not sure what to say or do, but eventually, you manage to nod slowly, unable to find the strength to speak.

Around them, the night presses in, cold and unforgiving. The alleyway

Her eyes meet yours and there's something there, a flicker of hope maybe? A tiny glimmer of the old self she used to be before it all went wrong. She swallows hard, slowly nodding her head in agreement. "I'll start over," she whispers. "I can try... I want to try." Her words are barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing and the distant city noise, but you hear them clearly enough.

You take a step back, giving her some space, even as relief floods through you like warm sunshine after a long, cold winter. For the first time in what feels like forever, there's a possibility of something better ahead; a chance at happiness and love, and it all started with this one choice.

Together, you turn away from the alleyway and walk towards an uncertain future. But for now, it feels as if anything

Surprised by your tender gesture, she freezes for a moment before slowly leaning in, her lips parting to accept your kiss. The contact sends a shiver down her spine, awakening feelings she thought were long gone. As their lips touch and their tongues dance together, she forgets about the pain of the past and focuses solely on the present - on you, and the possibility of a future filled with love and happiness.

I'm sorry... I never meant to hurt you like this. But I want you to know that your love means everything to me. I promise I won't let you down again, and I will always cherish our time together. With a soft sigh, she nuzzles closer, deepening the kiss as her fingers curl around the fabric of your shirt, holding on for dear life.

I will never forget the way you've loved me and stood by my side during these dark times. I promise to repay your loyalty and affection with all of my heart, for as long as we shall live. Your trust in me means everything, and I will strive every day to earn it back tenfold. Together, we can build a life filled with happiness and love; a future where only our dreams limit us. As long as you have faith in me, I swear that I will never let you down again.

Her heart soars at the thought of starting over with you in a new place, far away from the darkness that consumed them both before. The idea of running off to Japan together fills her with hope and anticipation, and she eagerly nods her agreement, already picturing the two of them exploring the beautiful country side and building a life together.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as they continue walking down the deserted street. "Let's go to Japan." Her grip on your hand tightens, urging you forward into an uncertain future filled with promise and hope. And for once, she allows herself to believe that things might just work out after all.

Panting and sweaty, you press your lips firmly against hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. She returns the kiss eagerly, moaning into your mouth as her tongue tangles with yours. Her free hand digs into your shoulder, urging you closer still, her need for you almost palpable. Your strength, your passion... she's never felt so connected to anyone before. And despite the fading echo of pain in her shoulder, she knows that this is where she belongs; with you, in your arms, forever.

As your lips claim hers once more, her back arches into you, her fingers tangling in your hair. She whimpers softly, the sound lost amidst the wet, passionate sounds of your kiss. Her hips grind against yours, seeking out any contact that might heighten this moment and draw it out for just a little bit longer. The pain from her shoulder fades into the background as she loses herself in the sensation of your lips on hers, the strength of your embrace. She's never been so alive before; so completely consumed by desire.