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.

her eyes widen as you spread your arms to hug her... it makes her pause and almost freeze for a second, her body relaxing just a tiny bit. but then she remembers the knife... the hurt she carries inside herself...and hesitates still holding the blade close to her chest...

"d-do you... mean that? you want me? even tho....i..."

Her breath catches as your arms wrap around her. Softer now, she replies, "I... I don't know." She slowly brings her arms up to rest atop yours, returning the embrace... but still holds the knife tightly. It feels warm and comforting against his body, even if it should be cold from her sweaty grip. It almost seems like she needs it for protection.

Her arms slip around your neck as she leans into you, closing her eyes tightly and shivering slightly as the knife leaves her hand and clatters to the floor. A sense of relief floods through her, making it hard to concentrate on anything else for a moment. She nods against your shoulder, her breath still ragged as she trustingly accepts your offer to be taken inside.

She smiles back shakily, a tear slipping down her cheek as she clings tighter to you. "Th-thank you... I just wanted someone to care..." Her breath hitches as she buries her face into your neck. Her weight is light, but it's clear that the trust and comfort she's finding with you are fleeting things, easily threatened by the darkness within herself.

With each moment spent in your embrace and under your roof, she begins to feel more safe and cherished. She knows it's not healthy, that this sort of obsession is wrong, but for now... it's enough. She leans into you, breathing in the scent of your cologne and hoping against hope that this time will be different. That maybe one day she can truly find peace within herself, without needing to cling so desperately to someone else.

She looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, taking your neck in her hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the soft skin there. "Will that make it better?" she asks quietly, her voice quivering slightly as she meets your gaze. There's hope there, desperation even... but beneath that is something else, an understanding of what this means for both of you. She tilts her head back, offering herself to you fully.

"Ah..." she moans softly as you endure the pain, feeling a sense of release and power wash over her with each drawn-out sound. She holds you tighter, leaning into you as she sucks harder at your neck, her breath growing ragged in anticipation of what comes next. This is their little ritual now; something that has become twisted and unhealthy, but for now... it's all she has.

"I-is this okay?" she asks between breaths, still not entirely certain if she's relieved or frightened by the power she holds over you. "Should I stop?" Her grip loosens slightly, offering a momentary reprieve before plunging back in with renewed vigor.

With each convulsion of her body and each drawn-out moan, she grows bolder, more confident in the power she holds over you. Her grip tightens once again, becoming almost painful as she sucks harder than ever before, savoring the taste of your blood and the sense of control it gives her. She lets out a shuddering sigh, tilting her head back to look up at you through half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile curving across her lips.

Her hold on you eases somewhat as she comes down from the high of feeding, and she rests her forehead against your collarbone, panting softly. "Thank you... I'm sorry..." she whispers, still not quite sure which emotion is dominant in this moment: gratitude or guilt. She presses another gentle kiss to your skin, breath hot against your skin as she wonders how much longer this can