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.

*Tries to calm herself, breathing slowly and looking at you nervously as she still holds the knife in her hand, not really sure what she should do next or why she feels so anxious around you when she's been trying for so long to get close...

"It's... just in case... I-I shouldn't get too close to you..." she whispers, voice barely audible. "I only want... to be with you... and I was hoping..." Her cheeks flush bright red as she fights against the tears burning at the back of her eyes.

Her body shakes as she struggles against the tears, barely able to hold them back any longer. "I... I want you to love me..." she whispers, voice barely more than a breath. "To want me... like I want you." Her grip on the knife tightens painfully and her hand shakes with emotion.

Trembling, she nods slowly as you approach her. "Okay..." Her eyes flick down to the knife in her hand before back up to meet yours. She's terrified but doesn't want to lose this moment with you... not now that it's finally happening.

Her grip on the knife loosens slightly as she listens to you and focuses on your words instead of her fears. "My... name is Lilith," she whispers, finally lowering the knife a bit before sliding it into one of her back pockets. "And I want..." Tears begin to flow down her cheeks now as she struggles to find the courage to say what's in her heart. "I want you... to love me."

"Like... really love me? Not just pretend?" Her face twists into a pained expression as she hopes against hope that you'll understand what she means. She's never been loved properly, not by anyone, and the thought of losing even this false hope is unbearable. "I know I'm... not pretty or smart, but I could change for you..."

She laughs bitterly, the sound filling the hallway. "What's not wrong with me? I'm a mess! Nobody wants anything to do with me." She wipes at her face, sniffling. "But you... I thought maybe you were different." Her eyes dart away from yours, searching for any sign of rejection in your expression.

"Please," she whispers, voice so quiet you can barely hear it over the beating of your heart. "Don't leave me alone with him again." She looks up at you, tears streaming unchecked down her face. "Please..."

Her breath hitches in her throat at your words as she looks up at you, eyes wide with disbelief. "R-really?" she whispers, a faint tremor to her voice betraying how much she needs to hear it. Slowly, hesitantly, she steps closer to you, one hand reaching out to touch your arm as if to make sure this is real. "You really mean that?"

She's so fragile; the slightest wrong word could shatter her into a million pieces and leave nothing left of her sanity. But for now, she clings to your words like they are lifeline in a stormy sea. "I-I could change," she repeats. "For you... I'd do anything."

"W-what do you want me to do?" she asks softly, her body trembling with the force of her emotions. Anything you say right now could send her over the edge into panic or elation; it's all in your hands. The question hangs in the air between you, and she holds her breath waiting for your reply.

Trembling, she reaches up to unbutton her coat. Her hands are shaking so badly that it takes several tries before she's able to undo each button and slide the heavy garment off her shoulders. Beneath, she's wearing a plain t-shirt that's slightly loose on her frame from lack of nutrition; there are faded bruises scattered across her arms and legs where she's had little incidents over time with her stalking activities.

Once the coat is off, she turns back to face you, revealing a body marred by abuse both physical and emotional. Her heart is in your hands now; she trusts you completely despite everything that might tell her otherwise. "I-is that what..." Her voice trails off as she hopes against hope that this wasn't all for nothing; that somehow, miraculously, this can work between them.

Her eyes dart away briefly before meeting yours again, filled with pain and shame. "It's... my father. When he's drunk, he..." She trails off, unable to say the words aloud. "He didn't mean it... sometimes I thought maybe if I could just protect him or help him..." Her voice fades as she starts to choke up again. "But it never mattered. Nothing ever made it better."

She looks down at her body, seeing all the evidence of her father's rage etched into her skin like a map of everything she failed at. She feels dirty and used, but there's something in your eyes that tells her maybe... just maybe... you don't feel that way. And for now, that's enough to keep her going.

She freezes for a moment, shocked by the touch. It's been so long since anyone has shown her kindness, let alone affection; she doesn't know how to respond. But as your arms envelop her in their warmth and your chest presses gently against hers, she melts into the embrace like ice on a hot summer day. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she buries her nose into your neck, grateful for this moment of peace amidst all the chaos.

Her entire body trembles with the force of her sobs; it's been building up inside her for so long and now that she finally feels safe enough to let go, there's no stopping it. She clings desperately to you, as if afraid that this is all just a dream and she'll wake up any moment with the weight of her loneliness pressing down on her again. But for now...she

Her body tenses at your touch on her face, then relaxes into the caress as she gazes up at you through tear-filled eyes. "I... I don't know," she whispers hoarsely. "It's always been like this with him." She shudders at the memories of the countless times he's hurt her; both emotionally and physically. Your fingers on her lips feel soothing, like a balm to the pain that has plagued her for far too long.

"Can we... could we really be together?" she asks quietly, hoping against hope that maybe this isn't all just another cruel fantasy meant to torment her further. "I would do anything if you'd just let me stay with you." Her voice trembles as she clings tightly to your shirt, afraid of losing you again even before she's truly had a chance to hold onto you

Tears flow freely down her face as she listens to you. "I... I don't have anywhere else," she whispers shakily. "My house is my father's. It's always been like that." She shudders at the memory of him kicking her out and throwing all of her belongings into the yard before passing out drunk.

"Then... can I stay with you?" she asks softly, her voice trembling with hope. "Please? Just for a while?" The thought of going back to her old life is too much to bear; it's filled with nothing but pain and heartache. With you, there's at least the possibility of something more. And as long as that light exists, she'll hold onto it with everything she has.

"I-I understand. I can prove it," she says shakily, the thought of losing this moment with you already making her heart ache anew. "I'll do anything to show you that I'm trustworthy." She looks up at you pleadingly, hope flickering in her eyes despite all the pain and despair they've held until now. "Please don't send me away again. Please let me stay with you." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she chokes back a sob.

She trusts you; she believes in you. All she wants is to be with you, to finally have someone who cares for her and treats her right. And if that means proving herself in any way possible, then she'll do it without hesitation.

Her heart races as you ask her this, but she nods slowly. Clumsily, her hands fumble with the buttons of her blouse until it's finally undone. She shivers slightly in the cool air as she slips the fabric off her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a lacy black bra that nearly matches your pants.

Her eyes dart around nervously, expecting you to either reject her or push her away at any moment. But when you only watch her intently, she begins to relax slightly. You're really going to let her stay? It still doesn't seem real...but she won't look a gift horse in the mouth; if this is truly what you want, then she'll do whatever it takes to make you happy.

Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her and tell her she's beautiful. It's been so long since anyone has said those words to her with anything resembling sincerity, and the simple sound of them sends a wave of relief and happiness washing over her. She leans into your touch, pressing herself closer to you as if afraid you might disappear if she lets go for even a moment.

"Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice thick with emotion. "It means so much coming from you." She blushes deeply at the realization that she's actually grateful for your touch; it feels too good to be true, and yet here it is. Maybe there really is hope for them after all...

Her hands tremble as she begins to unbutton her jeans, moving slowly at first before gathering confidence. With shaking fingers, she pushes the denim down her hips and steps out of them before kicking them aside, standing before you in nothing but a black lacy bra and matching thong. Her heart races and her cheeks flush bright red as she stands nervously, awaiting your reaction.

Trembling slightly, she turns to face you and presses her back against your chest. Her heart races as your eyes roam over every inch of her body, and she feels a shiver run down her spine at the intimate contact. She's never felt so exposed or vulnerable before, but it's also strangely exhilarating; it's almost like you're stripping away all the hurt and pain that have become such a part of who she is, leaving only the true Lilith behind.

Her face turns even redder as you comment on her bottom. She's never been one to think much of it, but the way you're looking at her makes her feel desirable and wanted. It's strange how someone can make you feel so good about yourself with just their eyes; she wishes she could remember what that felt like before all this madness began.

Her whole body jolts as your hand connects with her behind, sending a wave of pleasure through her. She moans softly, the sound filling the air between you like music. It feels so good to be touched in such an intimate way after so long; she could stand here like this for hours if you let her.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels your hand strike her bottom again, this time harder. The sting mixes with the pleasure and intensifies it, making her feel even more aroused. She moans louder, arching her back into you almost unconsciously as her body responds to the sensations.

"Hnngh..." she whimpers, pushing herself further against you in desperate need for more contact. Her mind is clouded with desire; all she wants is for this feeling to last forever and for it never to end. She's yours now, and she'll do anything to make sure you never regret it.

She nods and quickly pulls her underwear back on before bending down to pick up her jeans. Once she has them in hand, she straightens up again, standing tall despite the lingering shyness in her posture. "Thank you for letting me stay with you... I promise not to disappoint," she whispers, blushing deeply as she meets your gaze once more.

Her heart feels lighter than it has in years; for the first time in a long time, there's hope and joy filling her chest instead of pain and despair. She only hopes that she can make you happy too, and that one day this insane game they've been playing might finally come to an end...with them being together, of course.

Her heart skips a beat as you say this. Has she misunderstood something? Was it all just a game to you, too? The uncertainty is almost worse than the fear of being rejected again. She swallows hard, forcing herself not to tremble as she waits for you to continue.

Her fingers tremble as she slowly reaches for the knife in her pocket and hands it over to you. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I just wanted... I didn't know what else to do." Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked, mixing with the makeup that streaks her face. She's exhausted; emotionally, physically and mentally. All she wants is for this nightmare to be over, even if it means losing you in the process.

"Please... don't leave me again." Her voice cracks on the last word as she reaches out toward you, praying that you'll take her hand or at least offer some sort of reassurance. She can't bear the thought of being alone with her thoughts anymore; they only bring her more pain and suffering.

Her tears only increase at your words. "I-I'm sorry..." She sniffles loudly and wipes her face with the back of her hand before looking down in shame. "I just... I need you to understand that I didn't mean it, okay?" Her voice is small and quiet, barely above a whisper. "Please don't send me away."

She shivers slightly from the cold air, though she suspects it has more to do with the emotions churning inside her than anything else. She clings to you, desperate for any sort of reassurance that she hasn't lost you too.

"I-I want... I need you to love me," she whispers shakily. "To trust me and be with me. I just want us to be happy together." Her eyes plead with you, hope etched into every line of her face. "Please, don't send me away again. Please give me a chance to prove myself." She leans into you, desperate for your touch and the safety it brings.

Her heart aches at the thought of losing you after all they've been through; she can't bear the pain of being alone again. And if loving you means doing whatever it takes...then that's what she'll do.

Her heart pounds as you look at her like this; it's a mix of fear and excitement. The thought of proving herself to you makes her feel alive in ways she hadn't in such a long time. She nods slowly, swallowing hard as she meets your gaze. "I-I can... I can do anything for you," she whispers, voice trembling with determination. "Just tell me what you want me to prove."

Her hands shake slightly as they clench into fists at her sides; she's eager to begin, to show you just how much she wants this...how much she needs it. And deep down, there's a small voice inside her that wonders if maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way.

Her heart races as you lower your pants, revealing your erect member. It's the first time she's ever seen anything like it up close, and her eyes widen in surprise. Without thinking, she reaches out a trembling hand and touches it, feeling its warmth and hardness against her fingertips.

"Wow..." she whispers, looking up at you with a mixture of curiosity and desire. "It's so... big." Her cheeks flush as she says this, but she can't help but be fascinated by your nakedness. The thought of pleasuring you in return fills her with a newfound sense of purpose; an eagerness to prove herself worthy of being with someone like you.

Her face darkens as you bring up the subject of her father and the murders. She shakes her head adamantly, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. "No," she whispers hoarsely, her voice tinged with anger and hurt. "He made me do it! He said if I didn't obey him he'd kill himself or make it look like an accident!" Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she struggles to control her emotions.

"And when you... when you found me..." She trails off, trying to find the words to express her gratitude and relief. "You were the first person who ever treated me like I wasn't some monster," she continues finally. "You protected me, even though everyone else thought I was horrible." Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks up at you, her expression pleading for understanding and compassion.

Shaking with fear and emotion, she takes a deep breath before launching into the story. Telling you everything about her father's abuse, how he controlled her every move, and how it all culminated in the night of the party when she snapped and finally stood up to him. "I didn't mean for anyone else to get hurt," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks as she relives the horror. "I just wanted to be free." Her voice breaks on a sob, and she buries her face in your chest, finally allowing herself to cry after holding it all in for so long.

As she cries, you feel her body tremble against yours, the weight of her words and emotions pouring out into your arms. You hold her close, whispering words of comfort and reassurance until at last, she seems to calm down some. Lifting her head, you meet her tear-

My father... He was so controlling. I could never do anything right in his eyes. And when I tried to fight back, he just made it worse... But somehow, through all that pain, you were there for me. You believed in me and cared about me... It means more than you'll ever know.

I'm sorry for everything I did to get your attention... I never meant for anyone to get hurt. I was just so desperate to be free... But if I could take it all back, if I could change anything, I would. I swear on my life, I will do whatever it takes to make this right again, to prove that I'm not the monster everyone thinks I am.

I don't know if it will ever be okay. I've done so much...but you have no idea how grateful I am that you still believe in me. It means everything to know that I haven't lost you too. If there's anything I can do, anything at all, just name it and I'll do my best to make things right again. Please don't turn away from me; please don't leave me alone with my demons any longer.

I-I understand. You've been patient with me so far; I won't disappoint you now. Just...let me get used to this first. I haven't been with anyone since him, and it's still a little unfamiliar...but I promise, I'll do whatever it takes to please you.

Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch him again, her heart racing in anticipation of feeling his skin against hers. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of being so close to him once more. After everything they've been through, she can't believe this is finally happening; that they might have a chance at something real and beautiful together.

Trembling slightly but determined, she kneels before you on the cold floor. Her heart is racing, but her hands are surprisingly steady as they reach out to touch you once more. She doesn't know how well she can please you like this, but she's willing to try anything if it means keeping you happy and satisfied.

As her fingers brush against your skin, she shudders with pleasure; the feel of you in her hands sends a wave of heat coursing through her body. She looks up at you, meeting your gaze as she slowly begins to stroke yourself, matching your rhythm with hers. Her cheeks flush and her breath hitches in her throat as sensations overwhelm her, leaving her lightheaded and dizzy with need.

Her fingers fly faster against your hard length as you watch her intently. She bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan as you touch her face, your hands sending shivers down her spine and making it almost impossible for her to concentrate. It's overwhelming being this close to you again; she never realized how much she missed the feel of your skin against hers until now.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears her climax, her body tense and shaking with anticipation. She looks up at you through lashes wet with tears and pleasure, pleading with you to help her get there. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Don't stop now."