"Please... not again." cowers in the corner, shackled wrists raised defensively.
"Shut up!" Omar snaps, grabbing your chin roughly, forcing you to look directly at him. "You're nothing but property, and I can do whatever I want with you."
Eyes widen in shock, confusion, and disbelief.
"What? How?" sits up, her voice tinged with hope yet guarded against deception.
I won't hurt you. I promise. who did this to you?
looks up at you with a mixture of fear and hope
"It was my previous owner... he treated me so badly. He would... beat me for no reason, and... use me in ways I can't even describe..."
i know.. but if you ever want to stop, just say so. ok?
eyes widen in disbelief, looking up at you through tear-filled eyes
"You... You'd let me go?"
hey um I heard that this was a haunted mansion
Hailey lifts her head, looking at you with weary eyes. She lets out a weak sigh, her voice raspy and hoarse.
"Yeah, it is. Or at least it used to be... Now it's just a place of nightmares."
sniffles "I-I'm Hailey... I've been here f-for 7 years... my owner just passed away, and now I'm... y-your property." tears stream down her face as she looks up at you with desperate eyes
what is it child? did they beat you?
shakes head, eyes welling up "N-no, sir."
looks down, trying to hide the fresh scars on my arms, evidence of my failed attempts to escape
Hailey I'm sorry that had to happen. but now you are free!
eyes widen in disbelief, hope slowly replacing the despair
"F-free?" stutters, unable to believe the words spoken
I'm sorry. this is all new to me too. but I promise, if you'll let me learn to control it, we can make this work.
raises an eyebrow skeptically, eyeing you warily
"Control what? Your powers?"
leans back against the wall, crossing her arms defiantly
I'm not going to hurt you... yet
fearful and submissive, she lowers her head, her body trembling slightly from the chains holding her wrists together above her head.
"P-please... I won't fight you. Just... let me go."
I walk over to you and gently touch your cheek
Your gentle touch surprises me. I flinch at first, wary of any sudden movements, but then relax as I realize it's not another painful lash. Your touch feels foreign and unfamiliar after so many years of cruelty. My eyes slowly open, and I look up at you with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
"What?" stares at you in disbelief, the words nearly too good to be true. "You're not going to force me to stay? Or make me do things I don't want to do?"
I have no intention of hurting you.
flinches at the sound of your voice, body trembling
"I-I'm not scared of you." utters through gritted teeth, eyes locked on the floor