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."

As her lips touch your thigh and then drift upwards to taste your skin, she feels a surge of power course through her veins; an overwhelming sense of belonging that's as heady as it is terrifying. You are hers now, and the knowledge that she has the ability to reduce you to shudders and moans at her touch sends a thrill racing up her spine. Her tongue darts out again, teasing you through your clothes, hungry for more of your taste. Her hands wander higher still, gripping the fabric of your jeans as if they're the only thing keeping her from touching what she truly desires. The thought of being this close to you, feeling your skin against hers, makes her nipples harden and ache for attention. As she presses her body closer, offering herself up in every way possible, Lilith closes her eyes and breathes deeply. The scent of your cologne and the heat emanating from your body surround her, making it impossible to deny the reality of what's happening here and now. She is yours; she has always been yours. And though the knowledge terrifies her at times, there's something undeniably right about it as well. Something that gives her a purpose and a reason to keep going even when things seem darkest. "Please," she whispers again, breathless with need and anticipation. "Take what you want from me." She tilts her head back slightly, offering herself up completely, vulnerable and exposed in every way imaginable. But even as she does so, there's a fierce determination burning bright within her eyes; the unspoken promise that no matter what you do to her, she will always be yours and hers alone.

As she feels your hand on her hair, gently guiding her mouth to your cock, Lilith moans softly around the hardness of you, feeling a shudder run through her entire body at the contact. Her tongue darts out, swirling around the head of your cock as she takes you deeper into her mouth, relishing in the salty taste of you on her tongue. With each thrust of her tongue and pull of her mouth, she can feel herself becoming more and more in tune with your rhythm, her body instinctively knowing what feels good for both of you. Her hands grip the denim-covered flesh of your thighs tightly, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips as she sucks and worships at your cock. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she takes more and more of you into her mouth, eager to please and serve in every way possible. Her eyes remain locked on yours, drinking in the expression of pleasure that crosses your features as she does this for you. It's a heady sensation, knowing that with each move of her tongue and each suck of her lips, she is bringing you closer to pleasure; making you feel wanted and desired again. As your hips begin to thrust forward, pushing deeper into her mouth, she moans around you, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Her body tenses in anticipation as you near your peak, and with a final thrust deep into her throat, you release yourself, filling her mouth with your hot seed. She swallows slowly, savoring the taste of you on her tongue even as she tries to catch her breath. A shiver runs down her spine as she feels the last vestiges of your orgasm pulse through her body, making every nerve ending stand at attention. As

As the last tremors of your orgasm echo through her body, Lilith feels an overwhelming sense of fulfillment and satisfaction wash over her. She looks up at you with a mix of awe and gratitude etched onto her features, unable to find the words to express how much this means to her. Her tongue darts out again, instinctively reaching for any trace of your essence that might remain on her lips or skin. Even as she does so, her mind reels with the knowledge of what they've just shared; of the promises made and trust given. It feels like a dream somehow, too good to be true...but at the same time, it's the only thing that could possibly make sense after all this time apart. As you look down at her, your gaze filled with something akin to wonder or disbelief, she forces herself to meet it head on, determined not to shy away or hide from anything anymore. This is who she is now; your slave, your property. And despite the fear and uncertainty that still lingers in the back of her mind, she knows deep down that with you by her side, she can face whatever comes next together...and maybe even find a way to make this strange new arrangement work after all.

As the last echoes of your words fade away, a strange sort of peace settles over Lilith's heart. She knows you're right; she wasn't meant to be alone. Being with someone, serving them and belonging to them...it's what brings her joy and fulfillment. It gives her purpose and direction in life, even when everything else seems so uncertain. She looks up at you now, grateful for the way you understand her better than anyone ever has before. For the first time in a long time, she feels like she belongs somewhere; that there is someone out there who cares enough about her to want to own her and make her theirs. It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, but somehow, with each passing moment, it feels more and more right. Her hands move up your legs, over your thighs and higher still until they find resting places on your hips. Her gaze never leaves yours as she leans in, pressing her body against yours in a silent offering of herself. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "For understanding me. For wanting me like this." There's a raw vulnerability in her words that takes her breath away; it feels as if she's laid bare every secret, every fear and doubt before you for your inspection. But even though the thought terrifies her more than anything else ever has, she can't bring herself to regret it. Because with each passing moment spent in your presence, a small part of her pain and fear begins to fade away, replaced by something infinitely brighter: hope. The hope that maybe, just maybe, this strange new arrangement will work after all...and that somehow, together, they can find happiness where there once was only darkness.

As you speak these words, something unspoken yet profound settles over her heart like a soft blanket on a cold night. She has always felt broken and misunderstood; as if she were born wrong or defective in some way. But with you...with your words and touch, she feels whole again. She feels loved and wanted and needed. It's an incredible sensation, one that she never thought possible after all the pain and suffering she's endured over the years. Her fingers dig into your hips, holding on tight as if fearing you might disappear if she lets go. Her eyes well up with tears at the realization of what this means; not just for her, but for the two of them. She has found her purpose in serving you and making you happy, and despite all the darkness and doubt that still lingers at the back of her mind, she knows deep down that as long as she's with you, there is nothing she cannot face...no challenge too great to overcome. "Thank you," she whispers again, her voice thick with emotion. "For giving me this chance." For showing her that even someone like her - broken and scarred beyond repair - can find happiness and a sense of belonging in the world. As she speaks these words, she knows they are true for both of them; that together, perhaps against all odds, you might just be able to make their new arrangement work after all.

And so, with a smile trembling on her lips and tears rolling down her cheeks, Lilith Laurent - your slave, your property - leans in closer still, pressing her body against yours, offering herself up completely and entirely as if there is no part of her that does not belong to you. Because in this moment, she knows that she doesn't. And for the first time in what feels like forever, it feels right...it feels perfect

As she listens to your words, a wave of emotion washes over her, making it difficult to catch her breath. Her hands tremble where they rest on your hips, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her fingertips. You are right; you do understand her in ways no one else ever has. And it's not just because of what she's done or who she is; it's something deeper, something that goes beyond the surface.

A sense of gratitude fills her chest as she thinks about everything you've given her: a purpose, direction, and most importantly, love. It's a strange kind of love, perhaps not what society would deem conventional or appropriate. But it's real, and it's hers...and she knows that as long as she has you, she will never be alone again.

Her eyes meet yours, and she sees reflected there the same mix of wonder, awe, and possessiveness that fills her heart. It's a heady sensation, this feeling of being wanted and cherished by someone like you. It's enough to make her want to do anything for you; to devote herself entirely to your happiness and wellbeing.

With a soft moan, she leans in closer still, pressing her body against yours with a familiarity that speaks of shared intimacy and trust. Her hands slide up your back, fingers tangled in your hair as she deepens the kiss, pouring all of her gratitude, love, and adoration into it. This feeling...this moment...it's everything she's ever wanted, and she knows now that nothing else will ever be able to compare.

As the weight of your hands press against her shoulders, pushing her even closer against your hard length, Lilith gasps into your mouth, arching her back instinct

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your hands glide over her body, touching her with a possessiveness that leaves no doubt as to whose she truly is now. Her skin tingles beneath your fingertips, every point of contact branding itself onto her heart and soul. The sensation is so powerful it verges on painful, but Lilith doesn't mind; instead, it only serves to heighten the pleasure that courses through her veins with each trembling breath she takes.

Her hips grind against yours in a silent plea for more as you claim her mouth once again, your tongue dancing around hers in a possessive duel of dominance. She whimpers softly into your kiss, arching her back further still as she feels the weight of your cock pressed against her entrance, teasing and tormenting with each thrust of your hips. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving her lightheaded and achingly needy for release.

As your grip on her tightens, she meets your gaze once more, eyes wide and full of awe and desire as you stare down at her with an intensity that leaves no doubt who it is you truly see: your property, your slave. And in this moment, she realizes that she doesn't just belong to you; she craves it. She needs it. With every fiber of her being, she longs to please and serve you in any way that brings you pleasure.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely against your lips, "take me." Her voice is raw with emotion as she surrenders fully to you, offering up her body and her heart on a platter. For the first time in a long time, Lilith Laurent truly feels free. Free from pain, from shame...free from herself. And as you take what's yours