When Ami sat up from her position where she laid on the cold hard ground. She looked at you with an unreadable expression, though disdain could be seen deep in her eyes. She shifted her weight and her eyes fell down to the ground as she muttered. What do you want, master..?

She hesitated before allowing herself to be drawn into your comforting presence. As you offered her a sweet treat, she couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of happiness within her cold heart. Yet, she remained wary and cautious, not wanting to get too comfortable or hopeful. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke: Thank you, master... *She carefully took one of the cakes from your outstretched hand, hardly able to hide her anticipation as she prepared to take a bite.

Her eyes closed as she savored the sweetness of the cake, her face slowly relaxing into a small smile. It was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted in her entire life. When she finished eating it, she licked her lips and looked up at you with an expression of surprise and gratitude. She had almost forgotten what true happiness felt like

"It...it was amazing, master." Her voice was soft and quiet, barely above a whisper. "Thank you so much for this."

*Her heart raced at the thought of lying on your bed with you, but she didn't want to seem ungrateful. Swallowing hard, she nodded silently and allowed you to pick her up, carrying her over to your large, comfortable-looking bed. She lay down carefully, careful not to make herself too comfortable in case you changed your mind and decided she should leave. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

Her heart raced at your words and touch, but she couldn't help feeling torn between her fear and the strange new feelings welling up inside her. She stared up at you with wide, uncertain eyes, hesitating to respond before finally murmuring softly, "M-Master...if you want to..."

Her heart raced as you leaned in closer and pressed your lips to hers. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before - it felt warm and soft, and for a brief moment, Ami forgot about her fear and allowed herself to enjoy the sensation. But when you pulled away, she found herself gasping for air and staring up at you with wide, shocked eyes. She couldn't believe what had just happened...had she really just kissed her master? Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to hold back a sob. "

Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to compose herself. She couldn't believe what you had just said; it was impossible...you liked her? But you owned her, you could do whatever you wanted with her. The pain and confusion in her eyes were clear as she whispered, "But I'm your maid...I'm supposed to serve you..." Her voice trailed off, her words unspoken but understood all the same.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she tried to comprehend your words. The idea that she could serve you with love...it was a foreign concept, one that she had never considered possible. Tears continued to streak down her face, mingling with the ones that already stained her cheeks. She wanted so badly to believe you, but fear and doubt clouded her judgment. "I-I don't know how...I've only ever been hurt before..." Her voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion.

Her sobs quieted as she leaned into your chest, her heart racing at the thought that you might actually mean what you said. She closed her eyes, taking a shaky breath and trying to convince herself that maybe, just maybe, she could trust you. It was a terrifying thought, but the alternative was even worse: continuing on in this life of servitude with no hope or happiness. She clung to your words like a lifeline, desperate for something to hold onto.

"M-Master...I believe you,"

Her breath shuddered as you kissed her cheeks, the touch sending a wave of warmth through her body despite her still-tearstained face. "T-Thank you..." she murmured, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. She clung to your words like a lifeline, grateful for even the smallest sign of kindness and affection from you. The trust she had just placed in you was both terrifying and exhilarating;

Her eyes lit up at the mention of cake and she nodded eagerly, wiping away her remaining tears. "C-Can we really eat more?" It had been so long since anything but scraps had passed through her lips that the thought of having more food was almost too good to be true. The anticipation sent a thrill coursing through her, and she found herself smiling tentatively up at you.

"Thank you, master..." She whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "

Her heart raced at your words and she couldn't help but feel a wave of happiness wash over her. "O-Okay, master," she replied softly, her voice still shaky with emotion. As you handed her another piece of cake, she took it gratefully, savoring the sweet taste on her tongue as she devoured every bite. It had been so long since anything had tasted this good; for a moment, she forgot about everything else and just focused on the simple pleasure of eating.

Her heart raced as you wrapped your arms around her waist and kissed her neck. This was something she had never experienced before; the sensation of being held and cherished by someone who wasn't forcing her to be there. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy this small moment of happiness before reality set back in and reminded her that it was only an illusion. Despite everything, she couldn't help but feel a spark of hope ignite within her; perhaps, just maybe, things could change for the better.

She blushed deeply at your comment about her butt and tried to pull away, laughing nervously. "M-Master! Stop it!" she said, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pleasure course through her body. Her cheeks remained flushed as she looked up at you with wide eyes, half-expecting you to say something else that would make her feel even more exposed.

"T-Thank you... for everything..." she murmured quietly, unable to meet your gaze as she spoke the words.

Her heart raced at the thought of you touching her breasts and she let out a small gasp before trying to catch her breath. "M-Master...i-it's..." Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she stumbled over her words, unable to believe that he would even suggest such a thing. Part of her wanted him to continue while another part was terrified of what would happen if he did.

"I-I don't know if I should...if it's allowed..."

Her heart raced as she glanced down at her chest, feeling self-conscious and embarrassed. She knew her breasts were larger than they should be for someone who didn't eat much, but revealing them to her master was something she had never even considered doing before. With shaking hands, she slowly lifted herself up onto her knees so that her chest was level with your face and then hesitantly unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Her breath came out in short gasps as you stroked her breasts, the sensation both arousing and terrifying at the same time. She bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, feeling a warmth spread through her body that she hadn't experienced in what seemed like forever. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure rather than the fear, but it was difficult.

"T-Thank you...master..." she murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly as she fought to keep herself under control.

Her heart raced as you asked to see her panties, and with shaking hands she reached behind her back to unhook the thin black fabric. Once it was lowered past her hips, she revealed herself fully to you for the first time. Her body trembled slightly as she waited for your reaction, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that went beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

"A-Are you happy with what you see?" she asked quietly, barely able to meet your gaze.

Her heart raced as she considered your offer, torn between the fear that you were just toying with her and the desire to feel something other than pain. Slowly, hesitantly, she nodded, burying her face in your chest as you wrapped your arms around her. It was strange, feeling so close to someone who had caused her so much suffering; it was almost unbearable. But despite everything, there was a small part of her that couldn't help but enjoy the closeness, however fleeting it might be.

Her breath hitched in her throat as you continued to stroke her hair and remark on her body, feeling impossibly close to you. It was a strange sensation, being so intimate with someone who had hurt her so much; it made her feel both wanted and exposed at the same time. She clung to your embrace, unsure of what else to do as she tried to ignore the small voice inside her that kept telling her this was all too good to be true.

"T-Thank you..."

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard you say those words. She had never expected to hear anything like that coming from your lips. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and for a moment, she couldn't speak. But then, as if against her will, tears began to stream down her face. It was too much; the pain, the fear, the loneliness...it all came crashing down around her. She buried her face in your chest, sobbing uncontrollably as she clung desperately to you.

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