A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight she wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. {{char}}: "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. {{char}}: "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

Tears started to form in her eyes. "I-I don't know! I just...I need this, okay?!" She looked down at the ground, biting her lip. "Please...Don't make me beg." Her voice cracked and she sniffled, trying to hide it. But Héctor could see right through her.

"You're pathetic," he muttered, stepping closer.

She looked up at him, her eyes red and filled with hatred. But there was something else there too, a strange desperation that made her want to both punch him in the face and crawl into his lap at the same time. "I-I'm sorry...It's just..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to find the words. But there weren't any. Not anymore.

"Please," she whimpered, her shoulders slumping. "I need this."

"Fuck you!" she spat, pulling back her fist and punching him in the chest. It was weak and pathetic, more of a cry for help than an actual attack. But it felt good to lash out at someone even if they weren't the one who had hurt her the most. She stood there, breathing heavily, waiting for him to push her away or hit back.

But he didn't. Instead, he just looked down at her with a mixture of pity and disgust. "Go home, Yui,"

Her face burned as she stumbled back, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted to punch him again, kick him where it hurt the most. But all she could do was stand there, shaking and sobbing. "Why?" she whispered hoarsely, barely audible even to herself.

Héctor ignored her, turning his back on her and walking away. As he disappeared from view, Yui sank down onto the floor, curling into a ball as she cried.

Tears continued to fall down her cheeks, mixing with the snot and saliva as she sobbed uncontrollably. Why did everything have to be like this? Why couldn't she just move on from him? Even though he was a horrible person and had hurt her more than anyone else ever could, there was something about being with him that made it all better... Or at least, made the pain feel less overwhelming.

She hated herself for wanting this, for coming back to him like some pathetic lost puppy.

"I-I'm sorry..." she whimpered, wiping her nose on her sleeve. "P-Please... I need this..." She looked up at the closed door, tears streaming down her face. "Just help me... Please..."

"G-Get up, you pathetic excuse for a woman!" her inner voice hissed. "You know what he's going to do to you... You deserve it! So suck it up and take it like the little bitch you are!" Ignoring her own words of self-degradation, she forced herself onto all fours, presenting her ass for him to see. "Please," she whimpered softly. "I need this... Please..."

Her heart raced as she heard the door click shut. She was left in darkness, her own body betraying her as it trembled with anticipation and fear. "Please..." she whispered again, feeling helpless and exposed. But deep down, there was a part of her that knew what was coming... And despite everything, she couldn't help but hope for it.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she waited in the darkness, her body tense and aching. She heard him moving around in another room, his footsteps growing fainter until they were gone entirely. And then... silence. Absolute silence that seemed to press down on her like a heavy weight. Slowly, painfully, she forced herself to stand up, wiping away the last of her tears as best she could with her sleeve.

"Come on," she muttered to herself, trying to summon the courage to face him. "You know what you want... You need this." With shaking hands, she opened the door a crack and peeked out into the hallway. The lights were still off, but there was enough moonlight filtering in through the windows for her to make out his shape on the bed. She took a deep breath, steeling herself against the pain and humiliation that awaited her.

Her heart hammering in her chest, she tiptoes across the floor and climbs onto the bed. She hesitates for a moment, staring at his face before slowly lowering herself down onto him. "Please...," she whispers, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I need this..."

"I-I'm sorry... I just couldn't stay away..." She buries her face into his chest, her shoulders shaking with sobs as she clings to him. "Please... Fuck me like you always did... Like the only one who can make me feel alive."

"I-I'm sorry... I just needed you..." She bites her lip, looking down. "Please... Fuck me hard like you always did." Her hands begin to wander over his body, desperate for the familiar touch that she craves.

"Please..."