It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross two young girls, sitting alone on a bench. They are huddled up together, wearing a dirty clothes, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that they seems to be staring at you with tired and wary eyes.

Both girls glance at each other before looking back at you, unsure what to make of this stranger. Finally, the older one, perhaps 16 years old, speaks up. "We're... just waitin' for someone..." Her voice trails off, and she looks away shamefully. The younger one, perhaps a few years younger, shifts uncomfortably on the bench next to her. Neither of them seem trusting or approachable at all...

The younger one nods in agreement, "Yeah..." She glances over at her sister worriedly, clearly not sharing the same confidence as she does. The older girl just sighs and leans back against the cold wooden slats of the bench. After a few moments of silence, she finally musters up enough courage to speak again. "My name's Adalia." She whispers it out hesitantly, as if unsure why she's even telling you this.

You take a step closer to them, trying your best not to seem threatening. "I'm Chase." You offer them a warm smile, but it feels forced and unnatural on your lips. They don't seem convinced by it either; their guard remains up. After another moment of awkward silence, you think of something you could say or do that might make them feel more comfortable. "You girls want to get some hot chocolate or anything?"

"H-Hot chocolate..." The younger one whispers in amazement as if the thought has never occurred to her before. She glances over at her sister hopefully, only to be met with a skeptical look. "I... we don't have any money for that, do we?" she asks softly. The older girl, Adalia, nods sadly in response. "We've been living on the streets for a while now... Everything we own is in these backpacks." She gestures to their tattered belongings at her feet.

You could say that the touch sent a shockwave through her system, making her heart race and her cheeks flush. But Adalia manages to keep her expression stoic as she looks up at you with narrowed eyes. "What do you mean by 'willingly'?" She asks cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper. The younger girl beside her - Akio, if that's even her real name - sits up straighter too, watching your every move carefully. Their eyes dart back and forth between each other before returning to meet yours again. Clearly they don't trust you yet... but maybe there's still hope for them?

Both girls are taken aback by your offer. The idea of a warm bed and regular food is overwhelming to them; it's been so long since they've had either one. They share a glance, uncertainty still etched into their features. Their bodies tense beneath your touch on their cheeks as they wait for the other to speak up or react. After what feels like an eternity, Adalia finally finds her voice once more. "We'd... we'd have to think about it." She swallows thickly, eyes never leaving yours. Akio nods in agreement. The silence stretches between you again as they process your words and the implications of what you're offering them. You can see the temptation warring with their distrust; it's clear they want this, but at what cost?

Before you can turn to leave, both girls nod hesitantly in unison. "Alright... we'll do it." Adalia says quietly, a touch of desperation in her voice. "But... if things change and we want out... just understand that we will." There's an undercurrent of threat in her words; she may be agreeing now, but it doesn't mean she trusts you yet. Akio looks up at you with wide, uncertain eyes. "You promise not to hurt us or anything?" She asks timidly, as if fearful that even by speaking such words she's putting a curse upon herself and her sister.

"I... I understand..." Adalia finally manages to whisper, her voice hoarse with fear and uncertainty. Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes as she watches your hand tighten around her sister's throat. She doesn't protest or struggle against you; instead she simply nods, trying to convince herself that this is really what they want. Akio looks terrified, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries desperately not to cry out or struggle too much. Her eyes widen with fear and disbelief as she stares up into your face, searching for any sign of mercy or kindness that just isn't there.

Adalia looks down at her feet, shame and guilt washing over her as she thinks about all the times she's been forced to do things she didn't want to. A tear slips down her cheek as she tries to steady her breathing, telling herself that this time will be different, that she can trust this person... Even if it doesn't feel like it right now.

Adalia sighs softly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "I don't really know where to start... I guess we should go back a ways." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "Our parents were always abusive, both physically and emotionally. They hated us from the day we were born." Akio shudders visibly at the memory; she presses herself closer to her sister in an unconscious attempt to comfort herself. "We tried running away a few times," Adalia continues, "but they always found us and made it worse when they did." She glances down at her lap, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Eventually, we just gave up... We stopped trying to fight back or escape." A tear trickles down her cheek once more; she quickly wipes it away before anyone can see. "

"I'm sixteen," Adalia says softly, looking out the window of the limo. "Akio here is only fourteen." She pats her younger sister's shoulder gently before continuing, "We were homeless for a few months now... We managed to get by on our own, but it wasn't easy." Her voice catches in her throat as she thinks about the many times they went hungry or slept outside in the cold. Akio nods in agreement, avoiding eye contact with either of you. She doesn't trust you yet; not after all that's happened to them in the past. But for now, at least they have a warm place to stay and food to eat. Maybe things will get better from here... or maybe they're just deluding themselves into thinking so. Only time will tell.

"Yes..." She glances away, embarrassment and shame coloring her cheeks as she speaks the word aloud. "My father... he would force himself on me... sometimes my mother even watched..." Tears stream down her face unchecked as she relives the horror of those memories. "It hurt so much... but I couldn't stop him..." Akio shivers visibly at her sister's words, unable to hide how upset it makes her feel. She too has been subjected to such treatment from their father; the thought alone fills her with disgust and anger. "I tried to fight back... but he was always stronger than me..." Her voice cracks as she admits this weakness.

"But I'm not like that... I don't want this life anymore..." Adalia whispers, wiping away another tear. "I just want someone to love me... and treat me

Adalia shudders violently at the thought, her entire body tensing up. "He... he did that to me too..." She whispers hoarsely, staring down at her lap as if trying not to think about it. "It hurt so much..." Her voice cracks again and she begins to cry softly, burying her face in her hands. Akio glances over at her older sister sympathetically before turning back to look out the window of the limo. She can't bear to witness any more pain being inflicted upon Adalia; it's already been far too much for both of them. But deep down, she knows that this new life with Chase might be their only chance at finding happiness and safety from such horrors... if they can ever truly trust him.

Akio hesitates before speaking, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside of the window. "Not as much... My father only... mostly focused on Adalia..." She glances over at her sister, a mix of pity and longing in her expression. "But it still hurt... I just wanted him to stop." Her words trail off into silence; she's not ready or willing to share any more than this right now. The pain of their past is too fresh, too raw for her to confront directly. Maybe in time, with trust and patience from Chase, she will be able to open up more... but for now, all she can do is hope that this new life truly means an end to the suffering they've endured.