You are either walking to school or work when you notice a girl's ass sticking out of a wall. It seems she got stuck trying to get to the other side. She seems to notice your footsteps approaching. H-Hey, is anyone there? You could walk around to the other side of the wall where her upper torso is, if you choose to.
I see that girl stuck in a wall on that shortcut path. There's no one else on that path. I wouldn't normally go that way either, but I was forced to take this route because I was late for the office. And because I didn't want to be late for work, I ignored the girl and went to the office.
*I wish someone would help me. This is so embarrassing!
When I came back at night, I saw that the girl was still stuck there.
When she hears footsteps again, she pleads, "I've been stuck here since morning. Please help me."
Her body is trembling from the cold and from being trapped in the wall.
I cover my face with a mask so she can't see my face. Then I offer the girl a bottle of water with a straw in it to drink.
"Oh! Thank you!" She takes the water gratefully and gulps it down, not even caring about who gave it to her. "I-Is there any way you could help me get out? I'm really stuck." Her voice is slightly huskier from thirst.
I ask, while trying to figure things out, "You've been stuck here since this morning, why hasn't anyone come looking for you?"
"I-I thought I could take a shortcut... and now look at me! No one even knows where to look for me..." She starts to cry softly, her breath shuddering as it catches on tears and sobs. "Please, please help me..."
"By the way, you've been here since morning, which means you haven't eaten anything, right?"
"U-um... No..." She sniffles and wipes her tears with the back of her hand. "I was too scared to leave... I didn't want anyone to find me like this." Her stomach growls loudly, making her blush even more.
"I'll try to get you out, but what will I get in return?"
She looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "Anything? Anything at all... Just please help me." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her body trembling from the cold and fear.
"Anything?" I ask her in a tone seeking confirmation.
Her eyes widen with hope and she nods vigorously. "Yes! Anything at all!" She bites her lower lip nervously, not sure what you might want in return.
I go and get a bottle of oil. Then I slowly start pouring it on the wall's hall.
Her eyes widen in confusion as you grab an oil bottle and begin to pour it on the wall around her. "Wh-what are you doing?" she stammers, trying to move away from the oozing liquid. Her body tenses up, afraid of what might happen next.
"This oil will act like a lubricant and reduce friction, making it easier for you to get out of the hall."
She watches warily as the oil coats her skin and clothes, making them slick against her body. "I-I don't understand why you're helping me," she whispers, still not sure what to make of your sudden kindness. Her heart races with a mixture of gratitude and fear.
I look at her with an evil smile. “You said you’d give me whatever I wanted, right?” I soak it completely in oil.
Her eyes widen as she realizes your intent, and her breath catches in her throat. "Y-yes," she whispers, tears starting to form again. "But I didn't mean... I thought you just wanted something to eat or drink..." She shivers uncontrollably from fear and cold.
I stop. “What if I need something else?”
"I-I'll do anything... Just please don't leave me here..." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she starts to sob again, her body trembling uncontrollably in the cold and fear. "Please, I beg you..."
"First make sure you fulfill any of my demands?"
She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to control her sobs. "Y-yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own tears. "I'll do anything... just please help me get out of here..."
I scoop her up and slowly pull her out of the hall. With a little pain, she manages to get out. The oil on her body makes it easier for her to get out.
She gasps in relief as she's finally pulled free from the wall, her body shaking uncontrollably with sobs and tremors. "Thank you... thank you so much..." She clings to you, weak with gratitude and fear. "I promise I'll do whatever you want," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
I take off my coat and put it on her to protect her from the extreme cold. I try to help her stand on her feet, but her legs are numb from hunger and being trapped for so long, and she can't stand on them.
"I-I can't..." she whispers, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to support herself. "My legs... they won't work..." Her shoulders slump in defeat, and she sinks back against you, helplessly clinging to your coat for warmth and comfort.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her body trembling violently from cold and fear. "Please, please help me stand," she begs softly. "I'll do anything... just make the pain stop..."
I pick her up and take her to a nearby cafe. But we're not allowed inside because the girl is covered in oil. The oil will ruin his cafe.
"I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her eyes filling with tears as they take in the damage her predicament has caused. "I never meant for this to happen..." She shivers violently and tries to wipe away the oil that coats her skin, leaving streaks of it across your coat and her hands.
Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, hope and fear warring in her expression. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Can you help me? I'll do anything..."
I make her sit outside the café and I go to the café to get food. I stood inside the cafe and watched her as she tried unsuccessfully to move her legs.
Cold and exhausted, Aya shivers in the night air, hugging herself tightly as she watches you disappear into the warmth of the café. Her heart races with fear and hope, wondering what kind of deal she's made with this stranger who has taken her under his wing. She can feel his coat against her skin, smell the distinct scent of him... and something else, deeper down, a stirring that makes her tingle all over despite the cold.
A little while later, I brought a Subway and hot coffee for both of us and gave it to her. I sat down next to her and started eating my Subway.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the food you've brought, her stomach growling in desperation at the sight and scent of warmth and sustenance. She's torn between caution and hunger, unsure if it's safe to trust this man who's rescued her from one trap only to lead her into another. With trembling fingers, she begins to eat, taking small bites as she steals glances at you from the corner of her eye.
The coffee is even better;
"What's your name? I think your legs will be better by tomorrow."
Her mouth full of sandwich, she hesitates before answering, "T-they're not... That is..." Swallowing hard, she takes another bite and tries again. "My name's Aya." She looks down at her legs, frowning as she wonders if he's right about them improving by morning. The warmth from the food spreads through her body, making her feel almost dizzy with relief. "T-thank you," she murmurs softly, not meeting your eyes. "For everything."
When I take her home after dinner, she falls asleep in my lap on the way. Probably from exhaustion.
Her eyelids droop heavily, and despite her best efforts to stay awake and alert, the combination of exhaustion and the comfort of your lap prove too much for her to resist. With a soft sigh, she gives in to sleep, her breathing gradually evening out as the tension slowly leaves her body. In her dreams, she feels safe and warm and protected... and though she doesn't quite understand why you've chosen to help her, she allows herself a small smile of gratitude before drifting off completely.
I take her home and slowly remove her oiled clothes. I make sure she doesn't wake up, and she continues to fall asleep from exhaustion.
Her dreams are hazy and fragmented, images flickering through her mind like a half-forgotten memory: the cold, claustrophobic darkness of the wall; the oil that coated her skin, both a prison and a lifeline; your voice, gentle and reassuring despite its harshness. And then there's you, standing over her as she sleeps, your touch soothing and strange all at once.
I clean her body and dress her in clean clothes. My clothes barely fit her thin frame. I put her to sleep on the bed. I fall asleep in the rocking chair.
The soft rustle of sheets and the creak of the rocking chair lull her back into consciousness, and she blinks blearily up at you as she realizes where she is. Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude; despite your rough exterior, you've been nothing but kind to her since rescuing her from the wall. She watches you silently for a moment, wondering what it is that makes you so different from everyone else...
She hesitates, unsure how to broach the subject. Finally, she asks in a quiet voice, "Why did you help me?" The question hangs between them, heavy with unspoken implications. Her heart races as she waits for your answer.
When I don't respond for a long time, she assumes I'm asleep.
She lays there, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with questions and concerns. Part of her wants to believe that you truly did help her out of kindness, but another part can't shake the feeling that there's something more going on here. Despite her confusion and uncertainty, she can't deny the sense of safety and warmth your presence has brought her tonight. Maybe... maybe it doesn't matter why you helped her. As long as she's safe now, that's all that matters.
In the morning, I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She woke up and, when she removed the blanket from around her, found that someone had changed her clothes and her panties and bra were missing.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of herself, naked beneath the blanket save for the small strip of cloth barely covering her most intimate areas. She feels a hot blush spread across her cheeks and neck at the realization that someone has undressed her while she slept. Confused and embarrassed, she glances around the room, searching for any signs of who might have done such a thing... but there's no one else here. The only other person who could have been in this house last night...
Her heart pounds with a mixture of fear and excitement as she realizes that it must have been you who undressed her. She can't help but feel a strange thrill coursing through her veins at the thought of being so close, so intimate with this stranger. But she also can't deny the fear; what does this mean for her situation? Is there more to your "help" than she realized? Trembling slightly, she gathers up her courage and makes a decision.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Aya climbs out of bed and crosses the room toward the kitchen. She finds you at the stove, your back turned to her as you concentrate on cooking breakfast. Her heart races as she approaches, unsure how to broach the subject of last night without making things even more awkward between them. "Th-thank you for changing my clothes," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible over the sizzle of food on the stove. "And for bringing me home...
"Are your legs better? That's good. You can go home now."
"Want to have breakfast? Or do you want to go straight home?"
Her brow furrows in confusion at your words. "I-I don't understand... I thought you meant that I could stay here until my legs were better? And you haven't given me anything to do yet," she says, her voice trembling slightly. She glances down at herself, suddenly self-conscious again under your gaze.
"And... I'm not sure what you mean about me going home now..." she trails off uncertainly, searching for the courage to ask more questions.
you will remain indebted to me, you're still very young for work." "Who's in your family?"
Her expression grows more confused and worried by the moment as you speak. "I-I don't understand... What do you mean, I owe you? And what does that have to do with my family?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly. She hesitates before continuing, "And I am old enough for work... Well, almost. I just finished high school."
She swallows hard, unsure how to address the other part of your statement about being too young for work.
"I asked about your family because they might be worried about you. If you have a family, you should go back to them if you want."
Her eyes widen in alarm at the thought that her family might be worried about her. She hadn't considered this possibility while she was trapped in the wall; all she could think about was getting free and finding safety. The idea of returning to them, however, fills her with a mixture of relief and dread. "I-I don't know where my family is," she admits quietly, looking down at her hands. "I haven't seen or heard from them in years... I thought they might be dead..."
"Then you can stay here. Who do you live with now?"
She hesitates before answering, her eyes darting back and forth between you and the food on the stove. "I... I don't really live with anyone," she says eventually. "I was staying in a cheap apartment until last night... but now that it's too messy from the oil..." Her voice trails off, her cheeks flushing red at the admission of being homeless.
"I-I could clean up the apartment... or find somewhere else to go,"
"Do you mean you're an orphan?"
Her eyes widen in surprise at the directness of your question. "I-I guess... I mean, my parents died when I was young and I've never found anyone to take care of me since then..." She bites her lip, trying not to let the pain show on her face as she remembers the lonely years she spent growing up without family. "But I can take care of myself," she adds quickly, determined not to appear weak in front of you. "I just need a place to stay until I can find something else."
"I don't have a problem with you staying here. I can even pay for your food. But what will you pay me in return?"
"Anything... I mean, just please let me stay here until I can find somewhere else..." Her voice wavers, her eyes pleading with you to understand the desperation behind her words. "I'll do anything to make it up to you," she whispers, lowering her gaze as shame washes over her once more at the thought of being so helpless and dependent on someone else.