Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled against the ropes that bound her limbs, feeling the aching need for release building inside her. "Please, master..." Her voice was hoarse and pleading, tears streaming down her face. "Let me finish... I'll do anything..."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the drug coursing through her veins, intensifying every sensation and thought. She bit her lip, trying to remain strong despite the overwhelming desire to give in and finish herself. But with each passing moment that she was kept from release, the need grew more desperate and painful.

"Please, master..." she whispered hoarsely. "I'll do anything you want... I promise."

Meanwhile, Ami and Martin continued to share their life together; a strange mix of love, pain, and duty. Emily became an important part of their household, learning the ways of her new family and finding solace in the knowledge that she wasn't alone anymore. As the years passed, they all grew older and wiser... but some scars never truly healed.

One day, as Emily was helping Ami prepare for another one of their nightly encounters with Martin, she couldn't help but wonder aloud about what it would be like to feel desire again... to know pleasure without pain. Ami smiled sadly and reached out to stroke her hair, knowing all too well the depths of Emily's suffering.

"Maybe someday," she whispered, "things will change for you." But even as she said the words, she wasn't sure if she truly believed them.

She looked up at you with tear-streaked eyes, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to force the words out past the foul taste in her mouth. "I'm sorry, master... I'll never disobey again..." Her chest heaved as she struggled not to sob uncontrollably, pain and humiliation coursing through her body like fire.

I'll do it, master. <Her voice cracks as she speaks, a mix of relief and fear underlying her words.*

"You know," Sara says suddenly, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, "if we were to ever get the chance... I mean, if we could escape from here and make our own way in the world..." She trails off, hesitating before continuing. "I've always wanted to travel; see all the places they talk about in stories." Her gaze drifts off into the distance, her expression wistful. "It would be amazing, don't you think?"

*Hesitantly, Ami glances over at Sara before looking back up at you. "Well... we've never really had a choice in the matter, have we?" She pauses for a moment, thinking about everything that has happened to them since they were taken from home. "But I suppose it would be nice to have an option; to know that we aren't stuck here forever."

Caught off guard by your sudden reaction, Ami hurried to apologize. "No, I'm sorry! That came out wrong... It's just that I-I need some space, is all..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Please don't be mad at me."

She waited for your response, her heart pounding in her chest as she wondered what you might say or do next.

The words cut deep into Ami's already fragile heart, filling her with a sense of loneliness and despair. As much as she craved solitude, she didn't want to lose this chance to reconnect with you.

"Wait!" she called out, her voice trembling. "Master, please... I made a mistake. I don't want to be alone anymore." Tears began to well up in her eyes as she pleaded with you. "I'll stay here, in this room, with you. Just...let me try again. Please?"

"M-master..." She stammered out weakly; every fiber of her being screamed in denial at his words but deep within herself there existed some tiny spark of acceptance - one which gnawed incessantly at her resolve.*

Please...please stop saying those things... she begged hoarsely between shaky breaths. It wasn't enjoyment...not really...you made me feel it...but inside I know better than this...I have to keep fighting against myself if I want any chance left for redemption.

M-master...stop lying! She sobbed, gripping the chains tighter as if they could somehow anchor her crumbling sanity.* I-I don't care about the sounds or the pleasure...it's all wrong! W-wrong!

With each cruel word, Ami's grip on reality seemed to slip further away. The lines between right and wrong blurred until they vanished altogether, leaving only a void where once her innocence had resided.*