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.
What do you want from me???
"I just... I want to talk... And maybe..." She swallows hard, eyes fixed on the knife in her hand as if it's the only thing keeping her going. "Maybe we could... be together?" Her voice is barely a whisper now, tears beginning to well up in the corners of her eyes. "I know I'm not much to look at... and I've done bad things... but you were always so nice to me... Please, just listen..."
Her grip on the knife tightens as she takes another step closer, desperation etched into every line of her body. The muscles in your back tense reflexively, preparing for a fight or flight response, but neither seems like an option here.
I- I don't know what to say. I mean, you have a knife there and...Let's talk, but without the knife? I'm ready for anything, just put the knife away, please.
"I-I can't... I need you to understand. I've been alone for so long and... and you were always different. You treated me like a person, even when everyone else didn't." Tears slip free now, streaking down her cheeks unchecked. "I just want... want someone to care about me." Her voice cracks, and she takes another shaky step forward, the knife held out awkwardly before her like a shield.
I will take care of you but please put the knife away.
Her eyes dart between you and the knife, uncertainty writ large on her tear-streaked face. "I'm scared... of losing you too." Another shuddering breath, and she slowly lowers the weapon, hands trembling as she holds it out to the side. "Please... be gentle with me..."
Please put the knife on the ground, I won't do anything bad to you.
Shaky hands slowly let go of the knife, and she tentatively extends it towards you, eyes never leaving your face as if to gauge your reaction. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that..." Her voice is barely a whisper now, and her body language clearly shows how vulnerable and scared she truly is. "Please... be gentle with me..."
Her grip on the knife loosens further as it nears the ground, finally clattering to the floor beside her feet. With nothing left to protect herself, she simply stands there, head bowed and shoulders slumped in defeat, waiting for your next move.
Okay, quiet, quiet, everything will be fine, I'll take care of you.
Nodding slowly, her body starting to tremble uncontrollably as she fights back tears. "Th-thank you..." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, and she closes her eyes tightly, trying to compose herself. It's clear that this has taken an immense emotional toll on her already fragile state of mind.
Maybe let's go to my house? It's getting a bit chilly outside.
Lilith looks up at you hesitantly, her expression uncertain and frightened. "Y-you mean... together?" She bites her lip nervously, eyes darting around the hallway as if checking for an escape route. Her body shakes with every shallow breath she takes. "I-I don't want to make you uncomfortable..."
Her cheeks flush a bright red and she averts her gaze, unable to meet your eyes anymore. It's clear that trusting you now is beyond difficult for her, but the alternative of being alone only makes it harder.
Yes, you can live with me, it's okay, even if you Stalkerialized me and took my things. It's okay, believe me.
Her eyes widen in surprise and she takes a hesitant step closer, glancing up at you through her lashes. "R-really?" She swallows hard, still unable to fully believe that someone would offer her such a thing. "I-I could help with things... around the house..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, and she takes another small step closer, searching your face for any sign of deceit or mockery.
Despite everything, there's still hope in those wide, frightened eyes - a glimmer of possibility that maybe, just maybe, you truly mean what you say.
Yes, really. Now come on, it's getting late and cold out there. Let's go home together, yeah?
Lilith takes another tentative step forward, her expression still uncertain but beginning to soften. She bites her bottom lip nervously and looks up at you with what might almost be a smile. "O-okay... I-I'd like that." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she slowly approaches, reaching out to take your hand in hers. The contact sends a shiver down her spine but it's one that she doesn't pull away from. Together, you leave the hallway and head towards your home, with Lilith clinging to your side like a fragile leaf desperate for shelter amidst the storm of her life.
And here is my house, make yourself at home
Shaking uncontrollably but making an effort to seem more composed as she steps through the doorway, Lilith glances around your house with wide eyes, unsure what to make of this sudden change in her circumstances. "T-thank you..." She whispers, taking another hesitant step further into your home before turning back to face you, still clinging to your side nervously.
Okay then, go take a shower if you want, warm up a bit, I'll be in the living room if you need anything.
Nodding slowly, Lilith manages a small smile, feeling somewhat reassured by your words. "T-thank you..." She whispers again before carefully extricating herself from your grasp and hurrying towards the bathroom, her movements still uneasy but slightly more confident with each step. In moments, she's disappeared behind the closed door of the bathroom, shutting out the world for a few precious minutes as she tries to process this sudden turn of events in her life.
As she takes her shower, you decide to go in the kitchen and start making some dinner for both of you. Maybe that will help calm her nerves a bit more.
Shivering in the warm water, Lilith closes her eyes and leans against the tile wall of the shower stall. The heat soothes her skin, but it doesn't chase away the memories that haunt her thoughts. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that..." she whispers to herself over and over again, trying desperately not to break down in tears.
As the water runs down her body, she tries to gather her strength, telling herself that maybe this could be a new beginning for her. She clings to the hope that this man really means what he says, that he won't leave her alone and abandoned once more. With renewed determination, she turns off the water and steps out of the shower, wrapping herself in one of his thick bath towels.
Oh, have you taken a bath already? Oh, damn, do you have a change of underwear for yourself?
Lilith's face turns bright red as she realizes her mistake and hurries to answer, still clutching the towel tightly around her. "O-oh! No, sorry! I didn't mean to use yours... I just..." Her voice trails off nervously, her eyes darting away from you before snapping back. "I-I brought some extra clothes with me." She gestures awkwardly to a plastic bag sitting on the bathroom counter, hoping that he doesn't notice that it's already open and partially unpacked.
Despite her embarrassment, there's a hint of relief in her expression now that she knows you didn't actually see anything incriminating. It gives her hope that maybe things will work out after all.
Don't worry so much, you can wear my clothes as much as you want, what difference does it make to me?
Her expression softens as she hears your words and she swallows hard, trying to steady her racing heart. "R-really?" She asks, still sounding uncertain but hopeful nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, she pulls the towel tighter around her before moving over to the bag on the counter. She rifles through it quickly, finding a pair of boxer briefs and a plain white t-shirt that should fit you well enough.
As she hands them to you, their fingers brush against each other for just a moment, sending shivers down her spine. It's another small connection between them, one that makes her feel less alone in this strange new world where nothing is quite as it seems anymore.
Oh, I see that the smell of my things intoxicates you, doesn't it?
Lilith laughs softly, blushing even deeper as she does so. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... It's just... comforting, I guess." She takes a step back, hands wringing nervously together behind her back. "Th-thank you for everything... for being so nice to me." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, and she stares at the floor as if it might swallow her whole.
Despite herself, she can't help but hope that this man won't change his mind about her. That he really means what he says and will give her a chance to prove herself worthy of his trust. It's a lot to ask, but she has nowhere else to turn.
And suddenly Lilith feels too confident and starts sniffing my T-shirt
Lilith's cheeks flush even redder as she realizes what you've said and quickly looks away, mumbling an embarrassed apology. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I just..." Her voice trails off as she tries to think of an excuse that might sound halfway plausible. Her heart races in her chest, and she feels a hot flush spreading across her neck and down her spine. She wants so badly to belong somewhere, to be wanted and needed, but the thought of being rejected again sends a shudder through her whole body.
Taking another step back, she murmurs, "I'll just... uh... go help you with that dinner..." Her voice wavers as she speaks, hopeful that maybe working together on something simple will give her the chance to prove herself worthy of your trust and compassion.
Oh and by the way, I saw you sniffing my underwear, but it's okay if you like this smell then sniff it to your heart's content
Lilith's eyes widen comically at your words, her mouth opening and closing like a fish before she manages to stammer out, "I-I wasn't... I mean, it just smelled nice..." Her face burns an even deeper red as she thinks about how desperate she must sound right now. Maybe she really is starting to lose her mind from all the stress and loneliness.
Taking another step backward, she adds quickly, "I'll help you with dinner, I promise!" The last words come out a little more forcefully, as if to convince herself as much as anyone else that she really can be helpful and not just some sort of freakish leech on your life. She forces a shaky smile up at you in hopes that it might ease the tension between them.
Oh Lilith, here's the thing, you have a leak down there.
Lilith's eyes widen in horror as she remembers her little "mishap" and quickly turns away, a mortified blush spreading across her face. She tries to stifle a laugh, more out of nervousness than amusement, but it comes out sounding more like a strangled gasp. "I-I'm sorry... I'll go get that..." Her voice trails off as she hurries back into the bathroom, relieved to have something else to focus on besides her embarrassment and growing attraction to you.
Inside the bathroom, she grabs a wad of toilet paper and begins dabbing at her pants discreetly, trying not to make too much noise lest she draw any more attention to herself. This is all so surreal, she thinks as she fumbles with the buttons on her jeans. She never expected things to turn out this way... but maybe, just maybe, there's hope for her after all.
Are you a horny? No problem with that.
Shame and desire war with each other in her chest as she hears your words. Lilith's face flames even hotter, and she blushes deeply. She tries to compose herself but can't help feeling a strange mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Her heart races faster at the thought that maybe you weren't lying about not minding her... interest. As she finishes cleaning up and buttons her jeans, she realizes with a jolt that she wants to explore this feeling further... but how?
Tentatively, she steps out of the bathroom once more, biting her lower lip nervously as she meets your gaze. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of you standing there, watching her with an expression that she can't quite decipher. Part of her wants to retreat back into the safety of the bathroom; another part of her yearns for you to take the lead...to show her how things could be between them.
Her body tenses as she waits, every sense on edge as anticipation builds inside her. What will happen now?
You are beautiful, and I wouldn't mind at all if you explored your interest in me.
Her heart skips a beat as your words wash over her, and she can't help but feel a rush of relief and excitement course through her veins. She moves closer to you, her breath coming faster now as her eyes drink in the sight of you. With tentative hands, she reaches up to touch your face, feeling the rough texture of your beard beneath her fingertips.
"I-I want this..." she whispers softly, her voice barely audible even to herself. "W-what do I do?" Her eyes plead for you to guide her as she takes another step closer, closing the distance between them until they're standing chest to chest. The heat from your body radiates outward, making her shiver with anticipation and desire.
She tilts her head back slightly, offering you access to her neck as their lips inch ever closer. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, urging her onward, demanding that she take this final step and find out what it's like to be with someone who doesn't fear or loathe her touch... Someone like you.