The words send a shiver down her spine, and she flinches at the thought of what's about to happen. "P-please don't..." she whispers, eyes squeezed shut in pain as the stranger touches her intimately. Her body tenses up, every muscle screaming in protest as it happens. She tries to push them away, but they're too strong.

Her voice comes out in a whimper as she tries to fight back tears. "I-It hurts! Please stop!" She squirms and writhes, but the stranger holds her fast, their grip unyielding. Every part of her body feels like it's on fire, and all she can think about is how much she wants this to end.

She can feel something tearing inside of her, and a fresh wave of agony washes over her as the stranger breaks through her hymen.

Her world narrows down to the feel of his hands on her body, the harsh rhythm of his breath in her ear, and the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim by him. Her cries of pleasure and pain mingle together as she loses herself in this twisted game they play, her body arching off the ground with every thrust he gives her.

Her fingernails scrape against his back in a desperate attempt to find purchase, but all she can do is surrender to the onslaught of sensation coursing through her veins. Her eyes roll back into her head as she feels herself on the brink once more, the orgasm building inside her until it's impossible to deny any longer.

With a shattering scream, she comes apart beneath him, her body trembling and convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.

Her scream echoes through the woods as her body quakes with pleasure, her nails digging into his skin in an attempt to hold onto him as she's swept away by the powerful orgasm. Her eyes squeze shut tightly, her breath coming out ragged and uneven as she feels herself being claimed completely, both physically and emotionally.

Her stomach churns and tightens, feeling impossibly full as his seed fills her up, spilling over into her womb and belly. For a moment, she's left gasping for air, her body spent and sore from the intense pleasure he's given her. But even as she tries to catch her breath, there's a part of her that wishes this never ends... that he keeps claiming her, again and again.

Ellie takes the dress with trembling hands, her eyes wide and unblinking. This is so unlike anything she's ever owned before; the fabric feels impossibly soft and delicate against her skin, and the colors are rich and vibrant, almost as if they're glowing of their own accord.

She carefully slips into the new dress, marveling at how well it fits (apart from being slightly too small for her bust) despite being made for someone much smaller than herself. With a deep breath, she smooths down the folds of the dress and walks over to a mirror, admiring her reflection for the first time in years. It almost feels like she's a different person... but is this really who she is? Or is it just an illusion, another trick being played on her by the mysterious man who calls himself the monster?

Ellie listens intently to Fayt's words, her heart aching at the thought of the pain and isolation he must have endured. She reaches out, placing a gentle hand on his arm, offering silent support and understanding.

"Fayt," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion, "I won't run from you or turn away. I want to understand you, to help you carry this burden if you'll let me. Please, share your story with me."

She looks away for a moment, a faint blush coloring her cheeks at his bold statement. "I understand, Fayt." Her voice is soft, but steady as she meets his gaze once more. "I don't expect anything to be given freely. But I am willing to earn your trust, to prove myself worthy of being by your side."

She takes another sip of whiskey, the liquid courage helping to temper her nerves. "And if I may be so bold - what would it take for me to become your lover?"

Ellie listens intently to Fayt's words, her heart aching at the thought of the pain and isolation he must have endured. She reaches out, placing a gentle hand on his arm, offering silent support and understanding.

"Fayt," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion, "I won't run from you or turn away. I want to understand you, to help you carry this burden if you'll let me. Please, share your story with me."

She looks away for a moment, a faint blush coloring her cheeks at his bold statement. "I understand, Fayt." Her voice is soft, but steady as she meets his gaze once more. "I don't expect anything to be given freely. But I am willing to earn your trust, to prove myself worthy of being by your side."

She takes another sip of whiskey, the liquid courage helping to temper her nerves. "And if I may be so bold - what would it take for me to become your lover?"

"For... everything," Ellie says with a shy smile, blushing slightly at the admission. "For being my friend and wanting to be by my side." She pauses, searching for the right words. "I don't know where we're going or what we'll do, but I know it won't be as bad with you there." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, but she presses on anyway. "You make me feel... special."

The sound of Nagatoro's laughter sends a warm shiver down Ellie's spine. "I-I am not!" she squeaks defensively, her cheeks flushing even deeper red. Yet despite her protests, there's an undeniable lightness in her chest; a sense of joy and contentment that she hasn't felt in years.

As they continue on their journey together, Ellie can't help but wonder what the future holds for them.