It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.

Her heart skips a beat and she panics slightly, trying to inch away from the voice. But it's just too big of a par, and he knows it... She bites her lip and slowly turns around on the bench, slowly approaching the stranger as if he was an unknown predator about to pounce...

"I, I don't know... I was just... walking..." Her voice is quiet and shaky. She looks at the ground ashamedly. "My name is Adalia."

"Y-Yes... I mean, no longer... They threw me out... After what he did..." She looks down again, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm not supposed to be here... But I couldn't just go anywhere..."

"Eighteen... But I don't feel like it..." Her lower lip starts to quiver as she struggles not to cry. "I should be older and stronger... Better equipped to handle all this." She looks down, hands trembling in her lap.

She raises an eyebrow slightly, curiosity getting the better of her fear and suspicion. "A deal?"

She stares at him in disbelief, feeling like he's just suggested something unspeakable. "No," she whispers, shaking her head slowly. "I could never do that." Her eyes fill with tears again and she looks away, hugging herself tightly. She can already feel the anger and hurt start to build inside her chest. "There has to be another way."

"Wait!" She cries out before she can stop herself. "Please, don't leave me here alone." Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks at him pleadingly. "I just want to feel safe... and wanted..." Her voice trails off, hopeful but uncertain.

She swallows hard, her heart racing as she considers his offer. It's not what she wanted... but maybe it's the best option she has right now? Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly, wiping away her tears. "Alright," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heart hammering in her chest. "I'll come with you."

But as they walk towards his car, her stomach knots up and anxiety floods through her body. What have I gotten myself into? she wonders desperately, wishing for someone to reassure her that everything will be alright... but knowing deep down that the only person who can truly do that is herself.

Trembling, she gets in the car, her eyes darting around nervously. She clasps her hands tightly together and squeezes them as if trying to hold herself together. Her breath comes out ragged, matching the erratic beat of her heart. This was a mistake... but it's too late now. All she can do is hope that this stranger isn't just another monster waiting to hurt her even more.

The car ride feels like an eternity, each bump and turn in the road sending shockwaves through her body. She tries to force herself not to look at him, those eyes that seem too knowing for someone who is just being nice. Her heart aches as she thinks about home, about how things could have been different... if only they had loved her. But even though it hurts so much, a part of her can't help but hope that this time will be different; that perhaps this stranger won't turn out to be like the others. She clenches her fists tighter, forcing herself to stay strong, reminding herself that she needs to protect herself above all else...

With shaking hands, she climbs out of the car and follows him up to the house. Each step feels like a struggle against an invisible force, her body trembling with fear and anticipation. "T-This is your... home?" She asks hesitantly, glancing around at the plain but clean interior. It almost looks... cozy. A small part of her wishes she could feel that way too, but right now all she can do is focus on survival.

She swallows hard, trying to steel herself against the unease that's starting to gnaw at her gut. "I see..." She looks back at him, confusion and apprehension warring for dominance on her face. This all seems too good to be true... but what choice does she have? With a shaky breath, she forces herself to take another step forward, following him into the house.

She hesitates for only a moment before nodding and accepting the towel. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice soft and shaky as she heads into the bathroom. The shower comes on with a sigh, water splashing against the tile. With trembling hands, she removes her filthy clothing and steps beneath the stream of steaming hot water. It feels good to finally be clean again... but even as she scrubs herself raw, the fear and unease refuse to leave. Is this really going to be any different from what she's gone through before?

Finally clean and wrapped in one of his oversized bathrobes, she steps out of the bathroom, her heart hammering in her chest. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to look at him once more. His eyes meet hers, unreadable as ever... but there's something else there too: warmth, perhaps even tenderness? She swallows hard, trying not to let herself hope for too much. "I'm ready," she manages to say softly.

Her cheeks flush with shame as she nods, unable to meet his eyes. "Yes... I remember." It's not what she wants... but it's the only option left to her now. She steels herself against the guilt and fear that threaten to overwhelm her, forcing herself to focus on survival above all else. "Please," she whispers brokenly, "just make it quick..."

Her stomach knots up at his words, and she can feel her cheeks burning with shame and humiliation. Swallowing hard, she forces herself to nod in agreement. "Alright... I'll eat first." She takes a hesitant step closer to him, her gaze dropping to the floor as she struggles with her own conflicting emotions. This wasn't how she imagined it would be... but then again, nothing about her life ever had been. Perhaps this stranger will prove kinder than the others? She prays silently that he will, afraid of what might happen if he doesn't.

Taking another deep breath, she focuses on the task at hand, trying to push aside her fear and confusion. If she's going to survive this, she needs to do what she has to do... and hope that he keeps his promise about finding her a job. She tries to smile gratefully up at him as they sit down to eat dinner together, but it feels forced and unnatural on her lips. This is all so wrong... But what else can she do? There's nowhere else for her to go.

The food tastes good despite her unease; freshly cooked with care. She takes small bites, chewing slowly as she watches him out of the corner of her eye. His movements are confident and graceful, making her feel self-conscious about how clumsy and awkward she feels next to him. But he doesn't seem to notice... or maybe he just doesn't care?

She finishes eating with trembling hands, feeling both relieved to have something warm inside her and horribly guilty for enjoying it. She sets her plate aside quietly, her gaze darting around the room until finally it settles on his face. He's watching her intently, his eyes filled with a strange mix of desire and tenderness... or is she just imagining things?

She hesitates for a moment before nodding. "Yes... I suppose I am tired." The truth is, she's terrified and doesn't want to be alone with him right now. But if resting means he'll leave her alone for a while, then she supposes it's the best option. She looks down at the floor again, chewing on her bottom lip nervously as she waits for his response.

"But... you're not going to..." Her voice trails off as she meets his steady gaze, uncertainty in her own eyes. She takes another hesitant step backward, feeling exposed and vulnerable as she removes the robe entirely. Her body trembles slightly from both cold and fear as she turns towards the living room, moving as quickly as she dares with only her bare feet to protect her skin from the chilly floorboards. Once in the living room, she curls up on the couch like a frightened animal, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort and protection. But even here, she can feel his eyes on her...

Her cheeks flush with shame as she hears his words, and it takes all her willpower not to cover herself up even more. The warm air feels nice against her skin, but the guilt is almost unbearable... knowing that this is what she has to do in order to stay here. With a quiet sigh, she forces herself to relax into the couch, trying to ignore the ache in her heart and focus on simply existing for now.

"Hmm... anything really," she replies softly, not looking at him as her eyes drift towards the television instead. "I just want to work hard and prove myself. I don't want to be a burden." There's a faint quiver in her voice that belies her brave words; she can feel herself trembling despite the warm air. She clenches her fists, willing herself not to break down here and now.

She turns her head towards him slowly, studying his face as if searching for some sign of sincerity. "Forever...?" she whispers, feeling a strange mix of hope and fear in her chest. It's tempting... so incredibly tempting to believe that there might be someone out there who actually wants to help her without expecting anything in return... but part of her knows better than to trust anyone too easily. Her gaze drops back down to the ground, shame coursing through her veins like poison. "I-It's not my first choice..." she admits softly.

Her cheeks flame as his words hit her like a slap across the face, and she feels tears prick at her eyes again. "I-I didn't mean it like that!" she stammers, instantly regretting her choice of words. "I just... I don't want to owe anyone anything..."

She looks away, hiding her burning cheeks from his view as she takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself against the tidal wave of emotions that threatens to overwhelm her. This was a mistake; getting involved with this stranger... but what else could she have done? Stayed out on the streets and hoped someone would save her? It seemed foolish now, looking back...

Her eyes flicker back to his face, uncertain whether he's being sincere or not. "I... I'm good with words," she says softly. "And I can sing, if that counts for anything." She pauses, chewing on her lip nervously. "What about you? What do you want me to try first?"

It feels strange to be having a normal conversation with this stranger... and yet, somehow right as well. For the first time in forever, she's beginning to feel like maybe there's hope for her after all. A part of her wants nothing more than to trust him... but another, older part of her knows better. She needs to be careful; guard herself against heartache and betrayal no matter how much it hurts.

Her eyes widen slightly as she feels the heat rise to her cheeks again. "Y-You don't have to do that... I mean... you probably have more important things to spend your money on..." Her voice trails off, and she avert her gaze, focusing on anything but his reactions to her naked body beside him.

The idea of having someone help her with her singing is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. She's always dreamed of being able to share her gift with others... but what if it never amounts to anything? What if she ends up wasting more time on a pipe dream that will only lead to further disappointment? The doubts gnaw at her insides, making her want to crawl out of her skin.

Maybe he's just being nice... Or maybe there's something else behind his offer... She doesn't know which option would be worse.

Her heart skips a beat at his words. He's not just saying this to be kind... She swallows hard, struggling to find the right words. "I-If you're sure..." she finally manages to say softly. Part of her wants nothing more than to take him up on his offer; to believe that there might be someone out there who truly cares for her sake and not just their own. But another part is still cautious, wary of putting too much hope into this stranger...

She glances at the television, unsure where she should look as they talk about such grown-up things. The silence between them feels charged with something unspoken; an electric current that threatens to overwhelm her fragile defenses. Maybe it would be better if they just talked about something else... anything else...

Her heart races at his suggestion. The thought of putting herself out there... exposing herself like this... It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once. With a shaky breath, she nods slowly, forcing herself to meet his eyes. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her pounding heart. "But... just a song... something easy." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as adrenaline surges through her veins.

Carefully, almost reverently, she starts to sing. Her voice is pure and sweet, ringing out through the room like honey on a summer's breeze. The words of an old folk song flow effortlessly from her lips, touching something deep inside Oded that he hadn't known was there. As she sings, he finds himself lost in the melody, his eyes fixed on

her face, fascinated by the emotions that dance across it with each note she hits. When she finishes, there's a moment of silence before he finally finds his voice. "That... was incredible." His words are quiet, barely more than a whisper, and yet they carry so much weight that it takes her breath away.

"Thank you," she whispers back, blushing brightly as she does so. She's not sure what to say or do now; she feels exposed in a way she never has before. But despite the awkwardness, there's something else there too... a sense of connection that feels almost magical. It takes her a moment to realize that this is how it feels to be truly seen and appreciated for who she is... and it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Her heart races at the thought; the promise of finally having a chance to make something of herself. She takes another shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves as she nods slowly. "Y-Yes... I think I'd like that." There's a strange mixture of hope and fear churning inside her now; she knows nothing is guaranteed in life, but for the first time in forever, she feels like maybe there might be something waiting for her on the other side of all this darkness.

She hesitates before speaking, her gaze drifting down to the floor. "I-Is... is it going to hurt?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She's never had sex before and despite his promises, part of her can't help but worry that it will be painful or unpleasant for her.

As she waits for his answer, she feels a warmth spread through her core that has nothing to do with the heat from the fireplace. The thought of being intimate with him sends shivers down her spine, and she finds herself wondering what it would be like... if he could make her feel wanted and desired as much as she hopes he can.

Butterflies dance in her stomach as she awaits his reply, nervous anticipation mingling with the fear and uncertainty that still linger despite their growing closeness.

I-I see... Thank you for telling me. I guess... if we're going to do this, I'd rather get it over with first... so I can focus on enjoying the rest later? She bites her lip nervously, feeling the heat in her cheeks intensify as she realizes how forward she just sounded. But it's better than being scared and tense about it all night.

With a shaky breath, she nods slowly. She's terrified and excited at the same time; this is all happening so fast, it's hard to process her emotions. Her heart races as she waits for his response, wishing she could be braver, more experienced... anything but the innocent young woman who has no idea what she's getting herself into.

Finally, Oded nods back at her, a look of determination in his eyes. "Okay," he says quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "But remember; I'll go all the way." He reaches out to touch her, running his fingers lightly down her cheek before cupping her jaw gently in his hand. For a moment, she's lost in the tenderness of his touch, forgetting everything else around them except for this man and the connection they share.

As he leans closer

She trembles as his strong hand holds her in place, the heat of his body pressing against hers sending a wave of desire coursing through her veins. Her lips part as he leans closer still, and she instinctively parts her legs to make room for him, gasping softly at the contact between their bodies.

When he speaks of sucking or letting her feel pain, a flash of panic crosses her features before being replaced by determination. "I-I can take it," she whispers hoarsely, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as he rubs against her with such possessive strength. "Just... don't hurt me too much." Her voice comes out shaky and unsure, but at least she manages to sound brave as she braces herself for what's about to come.

With one last steadying breath, she exhales slowly and nods once more. She

Her heart skips a beat at his words; she can feel them resonating deep within her, stirring something primal and instinctual. There's no denying the attraction she feels for him, but it's more than just lust or desire. It's a connection that runs deeper still... and yet, there's also fear. Fear of trusting too easily, of getting hurt again.

Part of her wants to believe in this stranger; to give herself over to the passion they share without reservation. But another part is hesitant, cautious. She takes a shaky breath, trying to find the courage to let go and fully embrace whatever this is between them. "I'm not a pet... or a toy," she whispers softly, her eyes locked on his as she forces herself to be honest about her feelings. "I just want you to treat me right."

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes forward, his hard length penetrating her with such force that it's almost painful at first. She gasps, feeling the hot rush of blood to her cheeks as she clutches at him, trying to adjust to the sensation of being so completely filled by another person. Her body tenses momentarily before relaxing into the embrace, allowing him deeper access with each powerful thrust.

Her head falls back against the couch, her eyes fluttering closed as she feels herself losing control. "Don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back as he hits something deep inside her. Heat pools low in her belly, spreading outwards until every nerve ending seems to come alive with desire. She moans softly, the sound muffled against his shoulder as their hips move together in rhythm, lost in the dance of passion

She gasps as he hits exactly the right spot each time, her body arching off the couch as she's torn between pleasure and pain. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; overwhelming and exhilarating in equal measure. Every nerve ending comes alive beneath his touch, leaving her trembling and hungry for more. Her fingers claw at his skin, digging into his shoulders as she cries out, the sound muffled by the deep, ragged breaths that tear from her lips.

Time seems to stand still as they move together in this intense dance of passion. She feels possessed not just by his body, but by something deeper; a connection that goes beyond words or thoughts. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, leaving her exhausted but craving more with every thrust. Her eyes fly open as the sensation builds within her, her

Her fingers dig into his skin as she comes with him, her body arching off the couch in a silent scream of pleasure. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as she feels herself trembling violently beneath his touch. With one final thrust, he empties himself inside her, leaving her trembling and spent on the couch. As their bodies relax into each other's embrace, warmth spreading throughout her, a strange mix of exhaustion and contentment settles over her limbs like a heavy blanket.

She doesn't remember falling asleep, but when she wakes up sometime later, he's still there; arm draped possessively across her waist, one hand buried deep in her hair while the other plays idly with the hem of her shirt. For now, it feels good to just be here with him...to forget about everything else and lose herself in this strange new world they'

I watch his face as I rest my head against his chest; the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me back to sleep. He's not a bad man, I realize now... just someone who doesn't trust easily, and who has been hurt before. It's understandable, given everything he's been through. For once, being here with him feels right; like something that was meant to be. Maybe if we could find a way to balance our needs... maybe we could make this work, somehow.

With a content sigh, I close my eyes and let myself drift back to sleep, cocooned in his warmth and strength. For tonight, at least, everything feels alright. I wish I could say the same for tomorrow, but one day at a time...

I drift in and out of sleep, content to be nestled against his chest. His warmth soothes something inside me I didn't know was broken, and despite the dark shadows haunting my dreams, it feels good to just... exist for now. Maybe we can find a way to make this work between us; some sort of balance that doesn't end in pain and heartache.

As another fitful slumber takes hold, I dare to hope that perhaps there might be something more between us... That he might feel the same strange connection I do, deep down beneath all his layers of armor. But even as these thoughts take shape, I know better than to trust my hopes too much; they have a way of being shattered cruelly. So for tonight, at least, I'll hold onto this small spark of possibility... and try not to let it die while I dream.