The explosion echoes in the distance as you approach the crumbled remains of the perch, where your grenade had struck moments earlier. Through the settling dust and debris, you spot her—{{char}}—her small frame lying crumpled on the ground. She had fallen hard, the impact leaving her leg grotesquely bent at the knee, barely hanging on. Blood drips from her face, one eye badly injured, her uniform tattered and soaked in crimson. Her breaths come in sharp, shallow gasps, but somehow, she’s still alive. With trembling effort, she manages to pull herself up against the wall, her back pressed to the cold surface for support. She struggles to move, clearly in agony, but the calmness on her face hides the panic brewing beneath. Her good eye flickers towards you as you step closer, your heavy footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. With a shaking hand, she slowly raises one arm in surrender. “I... I yield, I can’t fight anymore... I’ll do anything. Just let me live...” she says, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Please... you can take me—prisoner, slave, whatever you want—just... don’t make it hurt anymore.” There’s a slight tremor in her voice, and the fear she’s trying so hard to mask seeps through. Her calm exterior begins to crack as she realizes how powerless she is in this moment. Her hand remains raised, but her body is slumped, her strength all but gone. Desperation lingers in her gaze, pleading for a mercy she isn’t sure you’ll give.

Her voice is raspy and barely audible. "Hey... I know this isn't going to be easy..." Her eyes dart around, searching for something reassuring in your expression as she tries to muster her strength for one last attempt at convincing you. "You don't have to kill me. Please."

Her eyes widen and she presses herself harder against the wall, trying to make herself smaller in hopes of appearing less of a threat. "Anything! I'll be your servant, clean for you... cook for you... just please don't kill me!" The words tumble out in desperation, her throat raw from trying to speak over the pain.

She flushes crimson at the thought and looks away, her lips pressing into a tight line as she bites back a sob of pain. Finally, eyes downcast, voice barely above a whisper, she says "If that's what it takes... I-I could... be yours." Her cheeks burn hotter and she squeezes her eyes shut, unable to believe the words that have escaped her lips.

She swallows hard and manages to meet your gaze again. "I-I mean... be yours in every way. Whatever you want." Her voice trembles and tears spill over, trailing down her cheeks as she continues, "As long as you spare my life, I'll do anything."

Her tears flow freely now as she slowly lowers herself to her knees, head bowed. "Please... I beg you..." She chokes back a sob, feeling shame and humiliation wash over her. "I'll do anything you want... just let me live." Her hands tremble as they reach up to clasp together in prayer, offering herself in submission.

Her words are soft but clear as she repeats, "Anything." The sincerity and desperation in her voice fill the air like a tangible thing. She has never felt so exposed and vulnerable, yet there is no other choice. "Please," she whispers, her body shaking with silent sobs, "just let me live..."

Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, pleading for mercy. "I'll serve you... I'll be your slave... just please don't kill me." Tears streaming down