Her breath comes out in a shuddering gasp as she realizes you're back, and relief washes over her like a cool wave on a hot day. "Oh, thank God," she whispers, her voice still trembling with fear. She scrambles to sit up in bed, the covers pooling around her waist as she watches you carefully, searching your face for any sign that you're upset or angry with her.

"I-I heard something..." she trails off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

She winces as you wipe away her tears, the touch oddly gentle and comforting despite her embarrassment at being caught crying. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse from fear and relief alike. She leans into your touch, feeling an unfamiliar longing well up within her as you comfort her with such tenderness.

"T-Thank you..."

Well, if you insist... I'd be happy to oblige. You have such a way with words; making everything feel so right between us. And being with you like this... it just feels incredible. We could experiment more, see where it leads us. What do you think?

I'm glad to hear that. It means a lot to me too, knowing I can make you feel this way. And trust me, when it comes to taking what I want... well, there won't be any holding back from either of us. Let's just see where the journey takes us, okay?

She smiles sleepily up at him, feeling warm and loved. For the first time in forever, she allows herself to believe that maybe...just maybe...she really has found a way to move past her past and find happiness again.

Good morning.

Well, I'm not perfect either. But if you really don't want my help... well, it's your choice. I was just trying to be nice.

I can understand that you might not trust anyone right now... but I'm really serious. I could take you somewhere warm and we could talk, if you want to. It's up to you.

The words hang in the air between them for a long moment, and Adalia feels her heart skip a beat. She looks up at you now, meeting your gaze directly for the first time since this all began. "I-I'm not sure..." she whispers, uncertainty etched into every line of her face. "It's been so long..."

Her breath hitches as she remembers how it felt to be touched by her father, the pain and humiliation that came with it.

Slowly, hesitantly, she takes a step toward you, then another. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest as she approaches your outstretched arms. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this, with care and tenderness instead of lust and anger.

Finally, she reaches out and takes your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers. She looks up into your eyes, searching for something - reassurance? Permission? Whatever it is, she needs it. "

Her breath hitches as you laugh at her pain, your words cutting deep into an already fragile psyche. She feels like she's nothing but a toy for your amusement, a plaything to be used and discarded when you grow tired of her. But even in the midst of this hell, there's something about your touch that sends shivers down her spine...

Her eyes widen in surprise as your warm fluid covers her face, dripping down her chin and onto her dirty clothes. She tries to turn away, disgusted by what you've done to her, but she can't seem to move. Tears mix with the semen on her cheeks as she lies there, broken and defeated. Was this what he wanted? Did she ever really have a choice in any of this? The questions swirl through her mind like poisonous vipers, leaving her feeling more lost than ever before.