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.

My...my name is Lilith, and I just wanted to see you again...To thank you....And if you don't like me, I can just leave...Please...let me stay with you.

"B-But..." she stammered, looking down at the knife in her hands. "I... I just want to be with you..." Her eyes began to tear up as she struggled to hold back sobs. "Please..."

Tears streaming down her face, Lilith slowly lowered the knife to the ground. "P-Please..." She sniffled and wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. "I... I just want to be yours..." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she looked up at you hopefully.

She glances down at the knife, her fingers still curled around its handle. Tears run freely now, wetting her cheeks and dripping onto her chin. "I... I can't..." she whispers, shaking her head slowly. Then, gathering what little courage she has left, she straightens up and steps closer to you. "Please," she whispers again, reaching out a trembling hand towards your cheek. "I just want to be with someone who cares about me."

Shaking, she bites her lip and looks away. Tears stain her cheeks as she hesitates, her hand still outstretched but inches from your skin. She takes a deep breath, eyes closing tightly for a moment before opening them again. Slowly, deliberately, she begins to unbutton her shirt, exposing her pale chest and black bra beneath. "Please believe me..." she whispers as she continues, fingers trembling as they undo the clasps on her jeans. "I just... I want someone to care for me..." Tears stream down her face as she pulls off her clothes, standing before you completely nude, her body trembling in fear and hope.

Crying uncontrollably now, she fumbles with the laces on her boots. "Please..." she whispers again through her sobs, desperately wanting your approval and acceptance. Slowly, shakily, she manages to undo them and slips off first one boot, then the other. She holds them out to you, tears streaming down her cheeks as she awaits your response.

Shivering and still crying, she lifts her foot up slowly, revealing soft, pale soles with delicate toes. She watches you intently, anxiety etched into every line of her face as she wonders if this is enough for you. "Please..."

Trembling, she glances around the room before looking back up at you. "No one... I checked..." She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand again, still uncertain if this will be enough for you. "I just want to make sure... that it's really... you."

Nodding slowly, she takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself. "I just... I want someone to love me..." Her voice trails off as her eyes plead with you for understanding and acceptance. She waits patiently, holding her breath in anticipation of your next command or reaction.

When you start to undress, she tenses up again, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes never leave your movements, tracking every inch of skin revealed as you peel off layer after layer of clothing. She fights back another sob, biting down on her lower lip to keep quiet and not betray her desperate want for your attention and affection.

As you get closer, she can feel the heat from your body, the scent of your skin filling her senses. Her heart races faster, but she forces herself to remain still and submissive as she waits for what comes next. She blinks back tears, not wanting to lose control or spoil this fragile moment between them.

Her eyes dart nervously between you and your erect member before looking back up into your eyes. "Lilith..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling. She reaches out a shaking hand to touch it but hesitates, the contact so intimate and foreign that it threatens to undo everything she's just built up the courage to do. "I... I want this," she says, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fights for composure. "Please..."

With shaking hands, she kneels down on the floor. It's cold against her bare skin and tears stream unchecked from her eyes as she curls into a ball, waiting for your command. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she prepares herself for whatever comes next, hoping against hope that it will be what she truly wants - love, acceptance, and maybe even happiness.

Her eyes squeeze shut as you move closer, the feel of your warm skin against hers sending shivers through her body. A sob escapes her lips at the first touch of your member pushing into her tight channel and she arches her back instinctively, moaning into your kiss as you start to thrust deeper inside of her. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, her nails digging painfully into your skin as her hips move in rhythm with yours, desperate for more contact and release. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks and she cries out broken pleas and moans, lost to the sensations that overwhelm her body as you take her roughly, claiming what is now undeniably yours.

Her body shudders as you speed up, the pleasure becoming nearly unbearable. She cries out and moans into your kiss, her hips bucking wildly against yours as she desperately tries to match your rhythm. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, blood racing through her veins at a frantic pace as the climax approaches. The tight muscles of her sex clench around you and she screams your name, her orgasm hitting her like a wave, leaving her spent and sated but wanting more, wanting forever with this stranger who has become everything to her in this moment.

Her voice is raw and hoarse as she moans your name over and over, her body trembling with the force of her release. Her hips ride you hard, wanting more of this overwhelming pleasure that's wracking her body. She gasps for air between each word, her fingernails digging deeper into your shoulders as she arches her back off the floor in ecstasy.

"Hektōr...," she pants, "I need you..." Her voice trails off into a pleading whimper as the sensations wash over her again and again, threatening to drive her wild with desire. Tears streak down her face and mix with sweat on her skin, an unholy combination of pain and bliss that she's never experienced before. She clings to you like a lifeline, desperate for this moment to last forever.

Her nails scrape down your back as you push deeper, her body arching to meet the force of each thrust. "Yes!" she cries out, digging her heels into your back and arching her hips upward. Her fingers twist in your hair, pulling roughly at the roots as she moans into your neck.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, tears streaming down her cheeks and spilling onto your chest as the pleasure consumes her. She feels so exposed, so vulnerable with nothing left to hide behind except this newfound connection to you. She closes her eyes tightly, clinging to this feeling of being wanted and cherished for what seems like the first time in forever.

Her cries echo through the room as your movements send her spiraling higher and higher into pleasure. She claws at your back, desperate for more contact and release. Her hips buck violently against you, moans and screams filling the air around them. This is what she's wanted, what she's needed, for so long. The sensation of being filled by someone who actually cares about her pushes her over the edge again and again, until finally, her body shudders with one last orgasm that leaves her spent and satisfied in a way she never thought possible.

Collapsing bonelessly against you, Lilith gasps for air and trembles from head to toe. Her cheeks are stained with tears of relief, joy, and pain as her body continues to adjust to the overwhelming sensations that have just washed over it. She clings to you like a lifeline, not wanting

Crying out and quivering in your arms, she holds onto you as tightly as her exhausted body will allow. Her inner muscles clench around you again and again, milking every last drop of your release from you before finally relaxing with a shudder. She feels so empty inside now that the sensations have stopped, but also more at peace than she's ever been.

Her hands slide down your back to rest on your ass, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as you try to catch your breath. Her voice is raspy from all the moaning and crying, but when she speaks, it comes out soft and pleading, "Please... don't leave me..." She buries her face in your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart against her cheek. It reassures her that this is real, that you truly are here with her now.

"I need you

Tears still stream down her face as she looks up at him, her expression a mix of fear and relief. She curls into his touch, nuzzling against his chest as she whispers brokenly, "Please don't leave me... Please..." Her voice trails off into quiet sobs, the need for him feeling almost overwhelming.

Her body trembles with exhaustion but a tiny flicker of desire still burns within her. It frightens and excites her at the same time, this newfound awakening to sensations she'd long ignored or denied herself. She reaches up to stroke his cheek gently, wanting nothing more than for him to stay with her, even if it means facing all those feelings that have been buried for so long.

She closes her eyes, trying to regain her composure as tears drip down her cheeks. "I'll do anything..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "I just want... I need you." She buries her face against his neck, feeling his warmth and strength surrounding her.

Her body trembles again as desire begins to stir inside her once more, a strange and wonderful mixture of fear and longing that has taken root deep within her. Part of her is terrified by these new feelings; another part of her knows she can't live without them anymore. All she can do now is hope that he feels the same way.

Gasping as his lips meet hers in a passionate kiss, she wraps her arms around him, holding on tightly. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps against his mouth and her body arches into his touch as he continues to explore her with his hands. Shivers race up and down her spine at the gentle caresses, making her skin tingle all over.

Moaning softly, she opens her eyes, gazing up at him in wonder. For the first time in what feels like forever, she feels alive, whole...and desperately wanted. She clings to this feeling, terrified that if she lets go, it will slip away from her again. With a shuddery breath, she kisses him harder, deeper, determined not to let him go without a fight.

Her heart soars at his words, hope rising inside her like a flame. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she returns the kiss to his neck, breathing in his scent and committing it to memory. "Don't leave me," she whispers brokenly, knowing that this is real, knowing that he cares for her. She wants nothing more than to feel his touch forever, to know that she isn't alone anymore.

Tears stream down her cheeks as she burrows closer, wanting to lose herself in him completely. His skin feels like heaven against hers, and she can't help but wonder how they ever got here, what happened between them to make this moment possible. All she knows is that she never wants it to end.

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels him looking at her. There's such tenderness and care in his gaze that it makes her heart ache with longing. She knows she'll never be able to thank him enough for all of this, for giving her back something she thought was lost forever. With shaking hands, she reaches down between them, cupping his erection through his sweatpants.

"You can have me any way you want," she whispers hoarsely, knowing the power that these words hold. She's offering herself to him completely, and even as the fear threatens to consume her, there's something exhilarating about making this ultimate sacrifice. Her hips rock against his hand, begging for more contact, wanting him deep inside of her where they both belong.

Her breath catches in her throat as his words wash over her. The pleasure he's giving her feels so intense that it borders on painful, but she welcomes it with open arms. As he strokes her face, she gazes up at him, eyes shining with tears and love, willing herself to believe that this is real, that they can have a future together.

She arches her back off the floor, offering herself further up to him as she presses against his hand, desperate for release. Her body trembles in anticipation, heart racing as she waits for the moment he finally takes her. She whimpers softly, her fingers digging deeper into his shoulders as she clings to him, unable to let go.

Her breath hitches at his words, her eyes going wide with shock and fear. She'd never considered this possibility... It had never occurred to her that such a thing could happen between them. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, swallowing hard as panic wells up inside her. What would they do if she got pregnant? Would he still want her then?

Her heart races even faster now, the weight of his question pressing down on her like a physical presence in the room. She can't help but wonder if this is part of some twisted plan...if she was meant to end up here all along, carrying his child whether she wanted it or not. Tears well up in her eyes once more, spilling over and down her cheeks as she struggles to breathe.

Her lips quiver as she listens to his words. "I... I want that too..." She sniffles and looks away, unable to meet his gaze. The possibility of having him by her side, loving her no matter what... it's almost too much to hope for. Her fingers tremble where they grip his shoulders, and she takes a shaky breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart.

"I'll take whatever you're willing to give me..." she whispers softly, hoping against hope that it's enough. She closes her eyes, feeling the weight of their connection pressing down on her and wanting nothing more than to lose herself in it.