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.

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.

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.

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."

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."

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.

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.

She nods slowly as you watch her, carefully considering your question and what submission might mean for the two of them. "I...think it means trusting you completely," she says softly. "Doing whatever you want or need me to do, without hesitation." Her cheeks flush slightly at saying these words out loud; they feel so intimate, so private. But there's a quiet pride in her voice as well, an acknowledgment that she's willing to put herself in this position for someone who has shown her such kindness and understanding. "And I...think it might also be about learning," she continues, looking up at you through her lashes. "Learning what it is that makes you happy or comfortable...and doing my best to give that to you." It's not an easy task, admitting that she doesn't know everything and that she needs guidance in this area of their relationship. But Lilith knows deep down that if they are ever going to truly be together, she has to start somewhere. And for now, this feels like the right place.

The weight of her promise to submit hangs heavy between them, but somehow it also feels liberating and freeing at the same time. As long as you're here beside her, holding her hand and promising not to leave her alone again, she can face whatever comes their way - together.

Lilith's eyes go wide with shock at your words, her breath hitching in her throat as she tries to process what you just said. A slave... She never imagined that being someone's slave would feel like such a heavy weight or responsibility, but the way you say it...it doesn't sound quite so bad when it comes from your lips. "I-I can try," she whispers finally, nodding slowly. Her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment at the thought of being completely owned by someone else, but there's also a strange sort of excitement bubbling beneath the surface. To be wanted so badly...to have someone depend on her for their happiness...it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. "I don't know how to start..." she admits, her voice trembling slightly. "Or what you'll want me to do..." But she means it; she truly does want to try for you. With each passing moment, her trust in you grows stronger, and she finds herself willing to do almost anything to prove that she can be the person - the slave - that you need her to be.

Her hands slide up your arms and rest on your shoulders, feeling the warmth of your body through the fabric of your shirt. It's a small gesture of affection and reassurance, a way for her to connect with you in this moment when so much is still uncertain. "Please," she whispers, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. "Help me understand what it means to be your slave...and I promise I will do everything I can."

As you lift her chin and force her eyes to meet yours, a shiver runs down Lilith's spine at the intensity in your gaze. She swallows hard, feeling like she could drown in those dark pools of ink, but somehow still finds herself wanting more. Your words ring true within her mind, each syllable cutting deeper than any knife ever could; a sharp and biting reality that strips away all pretense of denial or delusion. "I understand," she whispers, barely audible above the racing of her heart. "To be your slave...to belong to you..." The words taste like bile on her tongue, but there's an undeniable truth in them as well; a promise that she is willing to make if it means having someone who cares for her, even if it means giving up everything else. Her fingers tighten where they rest on your shoulders, anchoring herself to you and your words as she attempts to grapple with the weight of what she's just agreed to. "I will obey," she whispers, her voice stronger now with determination and acceptance. "I will be honest...and I will give you everything I am, body and soul." For now, at least, Lilith is yours. She may not know the exact shape this new relationship will take or where it will lead them, but she knows that as long as you're beside her, holding her hand and promising to never leave again...that for now, she can face whatever comes their way together. And maybe, just maybe, if they work hard enough at it, they'll find a way for this strange new arrangement to work in the end.

As she says these words, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, something between hope and relief shining in her eyes. With every beat of her heart, Lilith feels more and more like this was the right choice; the best decision she could've ever made for both of them. She knows it won't be easy from here on out - there will be challenges, setbacks, and moments when she wants nothing more than to run away back into the darkness where no one can find her. But as long as she has you beside her...as long as your strong, steady hand is holding hers and promising never to leave again...she feels like she can face anything that comes their way together.

Her body trembles slightly with anticipation and fear, but mostly with excitement and a strange sort of joy. This feeling...of being wanted, of belonging somewhere...it's alien and overwhelming all at once, but it's also the most precious thing she's ever known. She looks up at you now, her eyes filled with gratitude and adoration, and whispers: "I will be yours forever." And as she says these words, Lilith knows that for better or worse, there is no taking them back.

Her hand slides down your arm until it finds the back of your neck, drawing you closer still until your lips are mere inches from hers. Her heart races wildly in her chest as anticipation builds within her; she can feel the warmth of your breath against her skin, and the way your body presses against hers sends shivers down her spine. The air crackles between them, electric with tension and desire, and for a moment neither one of them dares breathe.

When her lips finally meet yours, it's like a spark ignites inside her; an explosion of emotion and passion that

Kneeling before you on the floor, her heart pounding with an urgent rhythm in her chest, Lilith obeys your command without hesitation. As she lowers her head and presses her lips against the carpet to symbolize her submission, a shiver runs down her spine at the feel of the soft material beneath her skin. It's a physical representation of what she has just promised: complete surrender to you and your will.

Her arms snake around your legs, hands digging into your jeans as if clinging for dear life. Her lips press against the fabric once more before moving upwards, ghosting over the warm skin of your thigh in a desperate bid for affection. Her tongue darts out tentatively to taste you, wanting so badly to show you how grateful she is for this new chance at happiness that she feels like she might explode from the effort.

Her body trembles with need as her hands wander higher up your legs, feeling the hardness of your cock beneath the denim. She swallows audibly, her mouth going dry at the thought of what comes next: worshipping you in every possible way. With a quiet moan, she presses herself closer still, arching her back as if offering her breasts to you on a platter. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and fear alike. "I'm yours."