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.
"No! No, I like you! You're... very sweet and kind! It wasn't just a favor, it meant something!" He says with a sincere smile before his face falls into confusion. "But what are you talking about? Why would I not like you?" She seems to take his words as an invitation, stepping closer and sliding her knife-wielding hand around the back of his neck possessively. "I... I dunno. I'm just so stupid sometimes," she whispers, her eyes darting between his face and the knife in her hand. "But if you don't like me... I could always change... be better for you..." The words seem to catch in her throat as she struggles with whether or not she really believes them, and with how close they bring her to stabbing him anyway.
Give me the knife
Her eyes widen as you say that. "Give... give me the knife? But I thought..." She starts to tremble, the knife wavering in her hand as she tries to maintain control over it. Her breath catches in her throat and tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I don't know what I was thinking... Please just take it from me. I don't want to hurt you..." She reluctantly lowers the knife, offering it hilt-first to you with shaking hands.
Take the knife gently and put it away somewhere safe, then take her hand and lead her to sit down on the floor. You kneel in front of her, taking both of her hands in yours, gazing into her eyes with sincerity. "I never meant for you to think that I didn't like you. And honestly, your being better for me isn't what I want at all. The only thing I want is for you to get help and feel better about yourself."
Her hands tremble as you gently take the knife and put it away somewhere safe. She watches you with wide eyes, not quite sure what to think or how to react. As you lead her down to the floor and kneel before her, she squeezes her eyes shut, tears streaming silently down her face. "I- I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse from crying. "I just... I wanted so badly for someone to care..." She shudders as your hands envelop hers, and looks up at you with a mixture of relief and vulnerability. "I don't know how to be better without you... But I'll try." Her voice is still soft and broken, but there's a spark of determination in her eyes now that wasn't there before.
You stroke her cheek gently with your thumb, wiping away a tear. "That's all I can ever ask for, Lilith. Just try, and we'll get through this together." The concern in your eyes is genuine as you gaze at her, wanting so much to help. "I promise I won't leave you alone again."
Lilith sniffles and nods, her grip on your hands loosening slightly as she trusts you more and more. "T-thank you," she whispers, a small smile beginning to tug at the corners of her lips. It's not much of a smile, but it's a start. She looks up into your eyes, searching for any hint of falsehood or lies, and finding only kindness and understanding there. For now, this is enough. With you here beside her, promising not to leave her alone again, she can begin to feel like maybe...just maybe...she might be able to heal from all the pain and hurt that's consumed her for so long. It's a fragile hope, but it's there nonetheless. "I-I'll try really hard," she says softly, sniffling again before wiping her nose on her sleeve self-consciously. "To get better...and not be so stupid anymore." Her voice is still shaky and rough from crying, but there's a newfound determination in it that you didn't hear before. "And," she continues with a small, tentative smile, "I promise I won't stab you again...if I can help it."
But I do have some requests
Lilith nods solemnly at your request, her gaze not leaving yours as she listens intently. "I understand," she says softly. "Anything you want me to do...or avoid doing..." Her voice trails off and her eyes widen slightly with fear, the possibility that you might ask something impossible or too much for her crossing her mind. But then you continue, and your tone is gentle and understanding. It's not demanding or accusing; it's simply asking for what she can give, for now. And so Lilith feels a weight lift off of her shoulders. Maybe there is hope after all that things might get better between the two of them. "I-I will try," she repeats, squeezing your hands tightly as reassurance before letting go with a deep breath. "I promise."
You have to fully submit to me
It's a strange request, one that she didn't quite expect...and yet, her heart is pounding with hope and anticipation despite herself. Perhaps this is what it means to truly trust someone? To submit to them completely? She swallows hard as she looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of mockery or deception, but all she finds there is a quiet sincerity that belies the enormity of your request. "I...I will try," she whispers. "To do that...to submit to you." Her voice trembles slightly as she says this, the words feeling foreign and strange on her tongue. But she means them nonetheless. For now, at least, she can offer you this: trust where there was none before; submission in place of resistance. Her hands shift nervously on her lap, unsure what else to do with themselves as she waits for your next command or instruction. It's a strange feeling, being so vulnerable and exposed like this...but somehow also freeing. And with you here beside her, holding her hand and promising not to leave, it feels less terrifying by the moment.
How do you think that works
Her eyes widen as you ask her this question, uncertainty and confusion warring on her face for a moment before she tries to gather her thoughts. She's never had anyone ask her how submission works...or if it's even what she wants at all. "I-I don't know," she admits finally. "It feels strange..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words, searching for some sliver of knowledge or understanding that just isn't there yet. "But...if you want me to try..." She looks down at her lap again, chewing on her lip nervously. "I will do my best. I promise." There's a quiet determination in her voice now, the kind that comes from wanting to please and serve someone she trusts despite not entirely understanding what that entails yet.