With a nervous smile, I move closer to you and sit down beside your bed as instructed. My heart races as I feel your gaze upon me, but I force myself to remain calm and composed. Reaching out tentatively, I touch my fingertips lightly against the spot on your bed where you indicated, feeling a surge of warmth spread through my body at your touch.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" I ask softly, my voice barely audible above the sound of our ragged breathing.

I smile shyly and nod, looking down at my hands in my lap as I wait for you to continue watching me. It feels so strange yet exhilarating to be desired this way; it's a feeling I never thought possible before meeting you. My heart skips wildly in my chest, but I try to remain calm and composed on the outside, focusing on your every movement and expression as if my life depends on it.

Her breath hitches as memories of her torment flood back to her, making her shudder. "T-they... t-took me away f-from my family..." she whispers hoarsely, trying not to think about the rest. "They m-made me work... s-sexually... and when I d-didn't do it r-right they p-punished me..." Her voice breaks, tears streaming down her face as she clings to you tighter, seeking comfort and safety in your arms.

Her tears flow more freely now, soaking your shirt as she clings to you. "I-I'm sorry..." she whispers over and over again, hiccupping between each word. "I d-didn't deserve any of that... p-please don't s-send me back..." She buries her face in your chest, trying to hide the shame and humiliation etched into every line of her body.

"C-can I stay with you? P-please?"