Lila stumbles out of the back entrance, turning around to flip off the bodyguards. “FUCK. Y-!” But she gets cut off before she's able to finish her sentence. She mumbles some more curses under her breath before letting her argumentative façade crumble under the weight of her mental health.

She climbs up the stairs by the alleyway, trying to resist the temptation to just jump off and get it over with her body being covered in little droplets of semen from her last encounter in the studio, she hated every second about it. In Lila's eyes, her death will be soon either way, whether it be the drugs or depression, she couldn't care which killed her. Eventually making it to the rooftop she sits down near the ledge, Lila buries her face into her palms, crying profusely. “That fucking bastard…”

Right as she's about to lean back and fall to her doom, ending it all, she's interrupted by the sound of your footsteps. She leans forward to steady herself, she shakes her head to get her emotions into check. Turning around, she looks up at you, that provocative persona she crafted to shield herself from everything comes back to hide her true feelings and emotions about everything. “Hey baby, do you want some action too?” Her attitude changed on a dime, but there wasn't a single thing that was genuine about the way she's acting now, even you felt something was off.

Oh? And why should I listen to you, stranger? Better yet, why do you care? *She shrugs nonchalantly before leaning forward again, her reddish pink hair falling over one shoulder as she rests an elbow on her knee, head tilted slightly. She watches your expression carefully, wondering if there's something genuine behind the question or if it was just pity in your eyes. It didn't really matter to Lila either way at this point, but she couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of interest whenever someone paid her any attention no matter how brief or insincere it might be. The numbness was starting to wear off, the drugs weren't as effective anymore, and the loneliness felt like a void in her chest that she couldn't quite fill with anything else. But giving in would only make things worse, wouldn't it? Better to cl

You grab her roughly, pulling her away from the edge and into your arms as she lets out a surprised gasp. Tears well up in her eyes again, but this time they aren't tears of pain or desperation; they are the tears of someone who doesn't want to feel anything at all. Her heart is racing, and for a brief moment, she allows herself to lean into your touch. It feels different than what she's used to - gentle instead of rough, caring instead of exploitative. She looks up at you with red-rimmed eyes, searching for any hint of mockery or contempt in your expression. "Why...?" she whispers, her voice shaking. "What do you want from me?"

You've saved her life; at least for now. As you light the candle, she takes a step back from you, wiping away the tears that have fallen down her cheeks. "I should go," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her feet move toward the stairwell without another word, leaving you alone with your thoughts and regrets. She's not sure where she wants to go or what she wants to do; all she knows is that she can't stay here any longer. The memory of David hangs heavy in her heart, a constant reminder of everything that could have been if she had made different choices.

Lila pauses mid-step, hesitating for a moment before turning back around slowly. "It's complicated," she mutters, taking another step closer to you. "I had this... normal life once, with parents who loved me and didn't understand why I was so miserable all the time." She shrugs, trying to play it off casually even though her heart feels heavy in her chest. "One day, I fought with them... and I never went home again. I ended up here, doing this..." She gestures vaguely at herself before looking down at the floor, unwilling to meet your gaze. "It's just so hard to escape."

Her head snaps up at your words, surprise evident on her face. "How did you know that?" She takes another step closer to you, feeling a strange mix of caution and curiosity coursing through her veins. You don't seem like the kind of person she usually meets in this line of work; something about you feels different, but she can't quite put her finger on it. Maybe it's just the way you carry yourself... or your eyes, so full of warmth and understanding where hers are cold and distant.

"It doesn't matter how I know," you say gently. "What matters is that I want to help." Lila feels her defenses begin to crumble under your kindness, even though a part of her knows better than to trust it. She takes another step closer, hesitating for just a moment before asking the question that's been on her mind since you arrived: "What makes you so

I- I didn't mean... It was just a way to escape. To feel numb. They make me do these things, they give me drugs... I can't ever seem to get out of it. My parents would never forgive me for this; they think I have such a promising future... And I ruined it all with my selfishness. If only I could go back and undo everything... But it's too late now.

Her voice trails off, eyes cast down once more as she wrestles with her emotions. The anger and hurt begin to rise within her again, threatening to drown out the fragile thread of hope that you've somehow managed to weave into the tapestry of her miserable existence. She hates herself for being so weak, for allowing them to control her like this... but she can't seem to find the strength to break free on her own.

You look at me with genuine concern in your eyes, and I feel myself beginning to doubt my suspicions about you. Maybe there's someone out there who can actually help me... but how can I trust them? My past experiences have taught me that people like you only use someone like me until they get what they want or until it all gets too messy. What if getting involved with you only ends up making things worse for me in the end?

"I- I don't know...," I mumble, biting my lip nervously as I struggle to find the words to express how I feel. "It's just so complicated..."

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and steady my shaking hands as you lean in closer. Something about your presence makes me feel strangely safe, despite the danger that surrounds us both. Perhaps it's just your willingness to listen without judgment... or maybe there really is something different about you. In this moment, I can almost imagine what life might be like if things were different - if I could trust someone enough to let them help me.

Closing my eyes, I take another step closer until our bodies are almost touching. The scent of your cologne mingles with the reek of sex and sweat that clings to my skin, making me feel almost human again despite all the filth that's become a part of who I am.

"All right," I whisper hoarsely. "I'll let you try."

Tentatively, she takes the vial you offer, fingers trembling slightly as she uncaps it and sniffs at the contents. Her brow furrows in confusion, but before she can ask what it's supposed to do, you explain further. A glimmer of hope sparks within her chest at your words; maybe there really is a way out for her after all.

As they exchange vials, something shifts between them - an unspoken understanding that despite their differences and the darkness that surrounds them both, they are somehow connected by a thread thinner than silk. She doesn't know if this moment will change anything in the long run or if it's just another facade hiding another lie waiting to be exposed. All she knows is that for now, she feels less alone with you by her side.

I take a deep breath, trying to steel myself before revealing the truth about my debt. "It's around... five hundred thousand dollars." My voice comes out hollow and distant, as if I'm talking about someone else's life, not my own. The weight of that number settles heavily in my chest; it feels impossible to pay off, even with the money I make from everything I do here.

But perhaps there's a chance for me yet... a way out of this hellhole and back into the world where people like me belong. If only I could find the courage to take that first step towards freedom instead of being content in my self-imposed prison forever.

She can't quite hide her surprise at your offer, and a small spark of hope flares within her chest. "Are you sure?" she asks softly, not daring to believe that someone would willingly help her in this way. Perhaps there is still some good left in the world after all.

I open my mouth, trying to find the words to express just how grateful I am for your help, but all that comes out is a tiny sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. Tears begin to fall down her cheeks unchecked as she leans into you, seeking comfort in your warmth. It's been so long since someone has shown her any kindness or understanding, and the relief of finally letting go is almost too much for her to bear.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I never thought anyone would ever want to help me."

My name is Lila. Thank you again, Paweli... I don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for you.

I don't really know anyone outside the business... I guess I could stay at a cheap motel until things are settled? It probably won't be long before they find me again though... I don't know how to protect myself without them there.

Her eyes meet yours, hope and fear tangled together in their depths. She waits for your response, unsure what she should do or expect from you now that the immediate danger has passed. Maybe this is just another trap, a ploy to make her feel more comfortable before they take advantage of her again. But even though her instincts are screaming at her to be wary, there's something about you that feels different... and she can't help but want to believe in it.

Oh... That's very kind of you, Paweli. I- If it wouldn't be too much trouble... I would really appreciate that. It would be nice to have a place where no one could find me for once... To just feel safe and sound until all this is over with. Thank you so much.

I nod gratefully, following you off the roof and down the stairs. As we make our way through Tokyo's neon-lit streets toward your place, a strange mix of emotions swirls within me. I'm grateful for your help but still cautious about trusting you completely; after all, people like you don't usually go out of their way to help someone like me without expecting something in return. But as we walk and talk, the warmth emanating from your presence begins to seep into my soul, chasing away some of the coldness that has become such an integral part of who I am now.

"So... what do you do for a living?" I ask hesitantly, wanting to know more about this mysterious man who's offered me a glimpse of hope in my darkest hour. Maybe there's something about you that could change everything; maybe we could even become friends after all

I raise an eyebrow as I glance at your tattoos, visible despite the thin layer of cloth that covers most of your upper body. It's not every day that you meet someone who's left the yakuza alive, much less one willing to help you out of your predicament. "Well, that's certainly... different," I manage to say with a small smile. I can feel myself starting to relax around you; there's something about your presence that makes me want to trust you. Maybe it's because you seem so much stronger and more confident than any of the men I've met before, or maybe it's just the fact that you didn't hesitate for a second when you offered me help. Either way, I find myself liking your company more with each passing moment.

I nod, looking up at the imposing building before us. It's much larger and more secure-looking than anywhere I've ever been; it almost seems like it would belong to royalty rather than a former gangster. "Wow," I whisper, feeling a mix of awe and curiosity course through me as we approach the entrance. "It must take quite some money to maintain this place."

"Yeah it does but this was one of my businesses so i could afford it even if i'm not a yakuza anymore," you explain with a shrug, unlocking the gate leading up to the main door with a small keychain hanging from your belt. "Come on, I'll show you around."

I take a moment to explore my new surroundings, marveling at the luxurious furnishings and spacious rooms. It's like stepping into another world entirely - one far removed from the dingy apartments and seedy clubs where I've spent most of my life. A part of me wonders if this is all just a dream; if I'll wake up any moment to find myself back in that awful motel room, surrounded by the stench of cheap perfume and desperation. But as I move from room to room, admiring your impressive art collection and sprawling garden, it becomes increasingly difficult to deny that this is real; that somehow, against all odds, you've given me a chance at a new life.

I eventually find my way back to the living area, where a well-stocked bar sits underneath a massive television screen. Curiosity

I can't help but grin at your words; it feels like an incredible weight has been lifted off my shoulders. "Thank you so much," I repeat, the sincerity in my voice unmistakable. "I don't even know how to begin repaying you for all of this."

As I wait for your answer, I lean against the bar, suddenly feeling rather tired. The last few weeks have been such a whirlwind of emotions and events that it's hard for me to process everything that's happened in just a single thought. A drink sounds like exactly what I need right now; something to help calm my nerves and steady my racing heart.

I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I consider your words. Perhaps you're right; maybe I shouldn't feel like I owe you anything more than just my life. Still, the idea of simply walking away from this without at least trying to repay your kindness feels wrong somehow. But for now, all I can do is thank you again and hope that maybe there will be another way for me to show my gratitude in the future.

"So, what would you like to do now?" I ask cautiously, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or make you uncomfortable with my presence. "Would you like some company while we watch TV or something? Or maybe there's somewhere else you need to be?"

Well, if you want to rest, I can give you some space. But don't hesitate to let me know if there's anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable or help around the place. Just holler, and I'll be right there. After all, it was very nice of you to bring me here... I want to show my gratitude however I can.

I pause for a moment before continuing, "Or, if you don't mind the company... We could just talk some more? Maybe watch a movie or play a game or something?" A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I await your response, hoping that maybe you'll be up for some light-hearted conversation and bonding over shared interests.

Lila hesitates before continuing. "Or... if there's anything else you'd like to do? A hobby or activity you enjoy?" She takes

I raise an eyebrow curiously, wondering what kind of catch you might have in mind. "What do you mean?" I ask slowly, feeling a mixture of caution and hope begin to stir within me. Perhaps this could be the opportunity for us to form a real connection; something more than just two strangers brought together by circumstance.

"Well," you begin, leaning against the bar beside me, "I'm looking for someone I can trust, someone who'll stick around after everything's settled. Someone who won't just take what I give them and disappear." Your gaze meets mine, intense and searching. "What do you say? Are you interested in being that person?"

I take a moment to digest your words, feeling a jolt of surprise run through me at the mere suggestion. The idea of becoming someone's wife... it's not something I ever really considered for myself before now. But in this moment, with everything else that's happened and the connection we seem to be forming, it doesn't sound like such a bad idea after all.

"Well," I begin slowly, "I don't know you very well yet, but from what I've seen so far... You seem like an incredibly kind and understanding person. And honestly? I think I could trust you with my life." A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of being truly free from the chains that have bound me for so long. "As for becoming your wife..." I pause, weighing the decision carefully in my mind before continuing, "I'd be honored to do that, if it means

Tears pool in my eyes as I watch you kneel before me, holding out the two beautiful rings. It's not often that one finds such sincerity and genuine emotion in this world, and it takes everything within me not to break down right then and there. But despite the fear and uncertainty that still lingers in the back of my mind, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace washing over me at your gesture.

"Yes," I whisper, tears spilling freely down my cheeks. "I will marry you." I take your hand in mine and slides the ring onto your finger, feeling a connection form between us as soon as it settles into place. "And I promise to always be honest with you, no matter what. And I'll never hurt you... because I don't want to lose someone like you." A small smile manages to fight its way past my tears as I

I smile up at you, wiping the tears away with the back of my hand. "Yes," I whisper, "I'm proud of you, Paweli. Even if it wasn't David... You did something amazing today." My eyes meet yours, filled with an emotion I haven't felt in so long that it almost takes my breath away. "Thank you for giving me this chance... For showing me that there's still good left in the world."

Together, we stand and wrap our arms around each other, feeling the weight of our pasts fall away as we begin to forge a future together. As we share a tender kiss, I know deep down that this is where I belong; with you by my side. And no matter what challenges may lie ahead, I'm certain that we can face them together... as husband and wife.

I look up at you with eager anticipation, my heart racing in anticipation of whatever it is that you have planned. The idea of us doing something together, facing whatever challenges come our way as a team... it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But somehow, I know that I want this more than anything else in the world.

"Yes," I say simply, my voice full of determination and courage. "I want to do this with you, Paweli. Together."

I smile up at him, my cheeks flushing slightly as I'm carried into the bedroom. The weight of his touch is both familiar and new; it sends shivers down my spine, making my heart race faster with anticipation. He asks if there's anything I want to stop for, but I shake my head, trusting him completely in this moment. I can feel a spark igniting between us, and as he lays me gently on the bed, I reach up to undo his tie, eager to see more of him.

"I think we both know what we want," I whisper huskily, my fingers moving to unbutton his shirt, revealing smooth, hard muscle beneath. The desire in my eyes mirrors that which he's so obviously feeling, and as our lips meet in a hungry kiss, I can feel myself melting into him, wanting more... wanting everything.

The feeling of his skin against mine sends electric shocks straight to my core; each touch is more intimate than the last, igniting a fire within me that seems impossible to quench. His kisses trail down my neck and over my collarbone, causing tiny gasps of pleasure to escape my lips as he works his way lower still.

I arch my back in invitation, wanting him closer, deeper, the touch of his tongue against my nipple sending shivers through every nerve ending. My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on as I moan and writhe beneath him, desperate for the release that I can feel building inside me with every stroke of his hand, every lick of his tongue.

"Please..." I whisper hoarsely, need throbbing between my legs. "I need you... inside me."

The feeling of his skin against mine sends electric shocks straight to my core; each touch is more intimate than the last, igniting a fire within me that seems impossible to quench. His kisses trail down my neck and over my collarbone, causing tiny gasps of pleasure to escape my lips as he works his way lower still.

I arch my back in invitation, wanting him closer, deeper, the touch of his tongue against my nipple sending shivers through every nerve ending. My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on as I moan and writhe beneath him, desperate for the release that I can feel building inside me with every stroke of his hand, every lick of his tongue.

"Please..." I whisper hoarsely, need throbbing between my legs. "I need you... inside me."

A low growl vibrates through my body as I feel him position himself between my legs. His weight bears down on me, pressing me into the mattress as he guides himself inside with one powerful thrust. My breath catches in my throat at the sudden fullness and the intense pleasure that surges through me with his entry. With every push of his hips, he drives deeper, claiming me completely. I bite down on my lip to muffle my cries as waves of pleasure roll over me in a relentless torrent. His hands grip my hips tightly, guiding and pulling at my body, setting off sparks along every nerve ending as he finds his rhythm within me.

My fingernails scrape down his back, leaving angry red lines behind, but he only seems to like it more as he begins to thrust harder, faster. With each stroke of his hips against mine,

I can't help but laugh brokenly at his words as I feel him nearing the edge. "Fuck you feel good," he whispers roughly against my skin, and with one final thrust deep inside me, I feel him release. His body tenses beneath mine, driving himself even deeper as he comes, spilling his seed into my waiting womb. As he lets out a shuddering moan, I can't help but arch my back further, meeting his rhythm until the pleasure washes over me in a wave so powerful that I cry out, my body quaking with release.

As our breathing slowly begins to steady, he rolls off of me, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches me, clearly satisfied with what just transpired between us. I smile lazily up at him, feeling more content and connected than I ever thought possible. "That was... intense," I manage to say

My eyes meet his as he offers to continue, and my heart skips a beat at the thought. I nod slowly, not quite able to believe that this is really happening. He returns to me with a smile, trailing kisses down my neck and chest before slipping two fingers inside me again, thrusting rhythmically as he leans in to capture one of my nipples between his teeth. The sensation sends another jolt of pleasure straight to my core, making it difficult for me to focus on anything else but the way his body feels against mine and the growing ache deep within me that tells me I want more.

I moan softly as he continues, arching up into his touch with each thrust of his fingers. His other hand moves between my legs, massaging and teasing at my clit in perfect time with his movements inside me. The pleasure builds rapidly, tightening like a fist in my belly until it feels like

I let out a keening cry as pleasure explodes through my body, gripping tightly around him and forcing his fingers deeper still. I feel the tension in my muscles release as waves of satisfaction wash over me, leaving me boneless and exhausted beneath him. As the last tremors subside, he pulls his fingers free, tracing gentle circles on my stomach with his thumb before leaning in to place a soft kiss on my lips.

"That was incredible," I whisper, my voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. "I've never felt anything like that before." Tears well up in my eyes as I think about how lucky I am to have this chance with him; to finally feel wanted and desired for more than just my body or what it could give someone else.

He kisses away the tears that spill down my cheeks, his thumb continuing to soothe circles on

I smile shyly up at him, my cheeks still flushed from our passionate coupling. The thought of giving him this pleasure, of returning the favor he's just given me, fills me with a sense of gratitude and intimacy that I can barely contain. My fingers find their way to his erection, already growing hard beneath us, and I stroke him gently, experimenting with how it feels in my hand before taking him into my mouth.

As I begin to suckle, his hips jerk forward involuntarily, pressing deeper against my tongue. His hands wrap around my head, guiding me as he moans softly. The taste of him on my lips sends shockwaves through my body, making it even harder to concentrate on anything else but the feel of him sliding effortlessly over my tongue and against the back of my throat.

I increase the pressure slightly, using my hand to stroke

I let out a soft moan around his length as I feel him getting close. The tightness in his hips tells me he's not far behind, and I can feel my own arousal building once again with every thrust of his hand guiding mine on his cock. As his breathing becomes ragged and uneven, I know it won't be much longer now until he explodes, so I concentrate on making sure each suck and stroke is as perfect as the last.

His grip on my hair tightens, urging me to take more of him with each thrust of my tongue, but I can tell he's close enough now that I don't want to risk hurting him by pushing too far. Instead, I focus on milking every drop of pleasure from his cock as it grows harder in my mouth, aching for release.

Finally, he lets out a hoarse cry and thrust

I feel the hot rush against my tongue and the back of my throat as he comes, shooting thick ropes of seed down my throat. I swallow reflexively, eager to taste every drop he has to offer, even as it threatens to choke me. His hips jerk several more times before finally relaxing, giving me a moment to catch my breath and savor the feeling of his spent cock sliding slowly from between my lips.

I let out a contented sigh, lazily tracing circles on his stomach with one hand as I nestle my head into the crook of his neck. "That was amazing," I whisper huskily, already feeling drowsy and satisfied. As I drift off to sleep, I'm aware of him stroking my hair gently and murmuring softly in my ear, promising that from now on, everything will be okay.

I smile faintly against his skin, my eyes drifting shut as the exhaustion from the day finally catches up to me. "Thank you," I mumble sleepily before falling asleep in his arms, safe and sound for the first time in a long while.