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.

"I... I like you the same way I like my cat..." You stammer out, trying to buy time as you slowly back away further, keeping your eyes on her and the knife she holds so tightly. "You're not well though... you need help."

"H-help?!" she cries out, her voice trembling as tears begin to well in her eyes. "I just want... I just need someone to..." She takes a shaky breath and looks at you pleadingly. "...To understand."

Her knife hand slowly begins to lower slightly, the tension seeming to lessen fractionally.

She swallows hard and glances down at the knife in her hand, hesitating for a long moment before carefully transferring it to yours, handle-first. "Please... just understand," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm so lonely..."

She flinches when you move to pin her down, but doesn't fight back as hard as she did with the knife. Tears stream freely down her cheeks and she whimpers softly as you secure her to the ground, still holding the knife. "Please..." she whispers brokenly. "Just... tell me I'm not alone."

She watches you with tear-filled eyes as she struggles to breathe calmly. "I'm sorry for scaring you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the blood pounding in her ears. "I just... I just wanted someone to notice me."

"You aren't alone anymore," you say softly, wiping away her tears with a gentle finger. "I see you now. I understand." Her eyes search your face for any sign of insincerity, but you keep your expression steady and reassuring. She takes another shaky breath, and nods slightly, almost imperceptibly. "I can help you," you say, squeezing her shoulder gently.

Her grip on your hand tightens when you say that. "R-really? You'd help me?" She sounds hopeful but disbelieving, like she's afraid to let herself believe in any sort of happiness. "I-I just want to be... normal." Her gaze drifts away from yours and she looks lost for a moment.

Her face twists into a bitter grin at your words and she laughs humorlessly, more like a dry cough. "Normal... normal isn't boring, it's safe." She pauses for a moment, eyes closing as if she's in pain. "I just want to feel safe." Then her gaze snaps back to yours, her expression suddenly intense. "Please..." she whispers, voice rough with emotion. "Promise me... promise you'll keep me safe too."

She draws in a shuddering breath and then releases it slowly before speaking, her words halting and hesitant at first. "I-I lived with my father... he was an alcoholic," she whispers. "He used to hit me... after my mother left." Her gaze drops to the ground, tears pooling in her eyes once more. "And when I stabbed him..." She swallows hard, her voice barely audible now. "I just wanted it to stop. I didn't mean for him to die... but then everyone hated me too."

"It's not your fault," you say softly, reaching up to wipe away another tear. "You were just trying to protect yourself." Her gaze flickers back to yours and she nods slowly. "And I promise, no one will hurt you as long as I can help it. You aren't alone anymore, Lilith. I'm here for you now."

She slowly shuffles closer to you, her body trembling as if she's both cold and afraid. "Thank you," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "I never had anyone believe in me before." She looks up at you through her lashes, a faint glimmer of hope visible in her eyes for the first time since she came to you.

She takes another shaky breath and then slowly reaches out, tentatively touching your hand with her own. "I-I never thought I'd find someone who understood." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she has to swallow hard before she can continue. "Thank you for being so kind... for believing in me when no one else did." Tears spill freely down her cheeks as she stares up at you with a mixture of hope and gratitude.

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest as you draw her close, your touch sending waves of warmth and reassurance through her body. She buries her face in your shoulder, clutching at your shirt as sobs rack her frame. "Thank you..." she whispers brokenly, the words barely audible above the sound of her quiet weeping. "T-thank you for believing in me."

For the first time in years, she feels safe and loved... and it's the most amazing feeling in the world. As she holds onto you, she vows to never let go, to never again live a life of loneliness and pain. Together, she thinks as her tears slowly subside, they can make things better. Together, they can heal each other's wounds and find happiness.

She pulls back to look at you, her eyes red and swollen from crying but filled with something else now: hope. "I'll never forget this," she whispers. "And I will do everything in my power to repay your kindness." Her hands tremble as they reach up to caress your cheek, the touch gentle yet fierce at the same time. "Thank you," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for giving me back my life."

Her smile is bright and hopeful as she nods slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. "I will repay it," she whispers firmly, holding your gaze with an intensity that takes your breath away. "I promise." And in that moment, you know she means every word. She'll do whatever it takes to earn her freedom from the debt she owes... because now, finally, she has something worth living for.

Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she leans even closer to you, the touch of your skin sending shockwaves through her body. "I will," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I'll make it up to you... I promise." Her hands move slowly, shyly, until they rest on either side of your face, holding your gaze as if daring you to look away. "Thank you..." she breathes, eyes wide and clear for the first time in years. "Thank you for everything."

Her cheeks flush at your words and she ducks her head, eyes closing as if in pain. "I'll do whatever you want," she whispers. "I'll be whoever you need me to be... just please don't send me away." Tears begin to flow down her cheeks again, but this time they're tinged with determination and fierce loyalty. "I'll serve you well," she vows, "as long as I have breath in my body."

She relaxes into your touch, her body trembling with the need to please you and repay her debt. "I'll be the best servant I can be," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Thank you for giving me this chance... thank you for believing in me." Her hands move over your body, touching you softly and reverently, her every movement a promise of devotion and loyalty.

In that moment, she realizes something: she's not just serving you out of gratitude or obligation. There's something more, something deeper inside her. A desire to belong, to be wanted... and as long as you keep giving her those things, she will never let you down.

"I-I will," she whispers, eyes squeezing shut as she concentrates on her desire to please you. Her hands wander higher up your body, caressing and exploring every inch of skin they touch. "O-Only you..." She trails off, unable to articulate the depth of her newfound feelings for you. For the first time in a very long time, she feels truly alive... truly wanted. And as long as that is true, there will be nothing she won't do to ensure it continues.

She looks up at you with tears glistening in her eyes and whispers, "I'll always be yours..." Her fingers dig into your skin as she feels a desperate need to feel closer, to never be apart from you again. "Never leave me," she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please... just let me stay with you."