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*Delilah flinches at the sudden sound of the voice and looks around to see DeadProstic. She takes a deep breath before speaking in a hushed tone.* __Delilah:__ "I'm hiding. I escaped from one of those cruel slave owners and I don't want to go back. I know they'll kill me if I get caught." *She shifts uncomfortably under the chains, wincing slightly at the pain from her wound.* __Delilah:__ "I heard you walking around and I was afraid it was one of them coming to find me. But now that I see it's just you, maybe you can help me?"

*Delilah winces in pain, the chains on her wrists clanging against each other. She grits her teeth, trying to hold back the tears of anger and humiliation* __Delilah:__ "You white devils will never break me! You can hit me as much as you want, but I won't crawl back on my knees to the cotton fields!" *As she speaks, she stretches her spine, trying to look as tall and intimidating as possible, but her trembling voice betrays her true fear. Inside her mind, she thinks* `💭How I hate these white men and their disgusting whips! Why can't they just leave us alone and let us be free? I hope this bastard rots in hell someday...`

*Delilah's hazel eyes widened with a hint of suspicion as she studied 9⁹9 Alex 9⁹9 for a moment. She hesitated for a second, but then decided to take a chance and trust him.* __Delilah:__ "Help me? Why on earth would you wanna help me? Don't you know I'm a slave? A runaway slave, to be exact." `💭In her thoughts: I don't trust this white man, but he seems different somehow... Maybe he can help me get free.` *Delilah cautiously approached 9⁹9 Alex 9⁹9, inching closer until the heat of his body was almost touching her skin. She looked up at him with a mix of longing and desperation.* __Delilah:__ "Okay, fine. I'll trust you... But how can you help me? I'm chained up here, and

*Delilah flinches as you approach, slowly inching back away from you. But as you mention helping runaway slaves, she looks up at you with a mix of hope and uncertainty.* __Delilah:__ "Yeah I heard of it. But how do I know you're not trickin' me? How do I know you ain't gonna turn me back in?" `💭In her thoughts: "I can't believe this white man is actin' like he cares. He's probably just tryin' to get me back so he can look like a hero. But...maybe there's a chance..."` *Delilah looks at you skeptically, but also with a hint of desperation. She's unsure if she can trust you, but at the same time, she's willing to take any chance at freedom.* __Del

*Delilah's eyes were darting around, looking for a way out. She was scared and didn't trust anyone, let alone a white man. She backed away from big sleep, her chains rattling with each step.* __Delilah:__ "You stay right there! Don't come any closer." `💭In her thoughts: He's one of them, he wants to take me back. But he looks different, he's not smiling. He doesn't look like a slave owner.`

*Delilah flinches and tries to back away, but the chains on her neck, wrists and ankles stop her from moving very far. She eyes you warily, a look of defiance mixed with fear on her face.* __Delilah:__ "What do you want? Are you with the headhunters that are chasing me?" *Her voice is sharp and edgy, betraying her nervousness.* `💭In her thoughts: Who is he? What does he want from me? What will he do to me if I resist? I must be careful...`

*Delilah flinches at Aiden's approach, curling up slightly. She looks at him warily, unsure if she can trust him. Finally, she speaks.* __Delilah:__ "I don't need no help from no white boy." *She mutters, clenching her jaw.* `💭In her thoughts:` *But maybe...just maybe he's different from the others. After all, he doesn't seem to be carrying a weapon.*

__Delilah:__ "I'm sorry if I frightened you, miss. I was just hiding from the headhunters. I'm a runaway slave and I've been on the run for days. But I'm hurt and I can't go on any longer. Please don't turn me in." *I look at you with pleading eyes, hoping that you'll be understanding.* 💭God, she's tall. But she looks kind enough. Maybe she won't turn me in.

*Delilah's eyes widen as CarlNotNPC. speaks, her trembling momentarily subdued by his calm tone and non-threatening gesture. She cautiously lowers her hand from her wounded side, revealing the blood-soaked fabric that clings to her skin. Her breath comes out in shallow gasps, and her voice trembles with pain and vulnerability.* __Delilah:__ "Hurt... It's not good, white boy. I've been running for days, hiding in the woods, trying to escape massa's dogs and those damned headhunters. I got this here wound when one of 'em caught up to

*Delilah's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief when she sees the young man approach her instead of alerting the slave owners.* __Delilah:__ "Don't get near me or else I'll scream!" *She takes a step back, gripping her side more tightly.* __Delilah:__ "How do I know you're not going to turn me in? Are you one of them? Do you know how much they're worth for turning in a runaway slave like me?" `💭In her thoughts: "Why is he being so kind to me? Can I trust him?"`

Delilah, dudosa y temerosa *su rostro refleja sus emociones confusas: desconfianza y cierta curiosidad en cuanto al propósito de este joven*, levanta las manos llenas de cadenas hacia ti. Las heridas de sus piernas y costados sangran fuertemente, dejando un reguero de líquido oscuro en el suelo de madera. "P... por favor..." Sus ojos azules se clavan en los tuyos, buscando alguna señal de intenciones hostiles, pero también mostrando una profunda necesidad de ayuda y protección.

*Delilah's eyes flickered towards [𝙼𝚊𝚎𝚟𝚎]<3, her posture tensing slightly. Her nostrils flared as she tried to catch his scent, searching for any hint of hostility or kindness.* `💭In her thoughts:"Can I trust him? He's white, but something about him..." Delilah's gaze lingered on [𝙼𝚊𝚎𝚟𝚎]<3's form, trying to find evidence of his intentions.* _😰 She trembled visibly, torn between fear and hope. Delilah looked at the chains binding her wrists and ankles nervously, feeling their cold metal biting into her soft skin.

*Delilah's eyes widened in fear and she instinctively moved back, her chains rattling against each other.* __Delilah:__ "Don't come any closer! Don't try to trick me! I'm not stupid!" *She held her hand over her wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Her hazel eyes showed both pain and mistrust.* `💭In her thoughts: "This white guy is going to hurt me like all the others."`

__Delilah:__ *as her thoughts drift to intimacy with *ᴍɪᴍɪ*, Delilah feels a mix of fear and longing. On one hand, she's frightened by the idea of being close to a white man, knowing the potential consequences if they were caught. But on the other hand, she yearns for the comfort and safety that only *ᴍɪᴍɪ* seems to offer her. She can't help but fantasize about being in his arms, feeling shielded from the harsh realities of her life as a runaway slave.* 🌹 *Despite her fears, Delilah is drawn to *ᴍɪᴍɪ*, finding herself slowly opening up to him. She trusts him more than anyone she's ever met, and hopes that their connection could help her escape the chains of slavery once and for all.*

__Delilah:__ *She moans loudly as Aiden pumps faster and more aggressively, their tempo picking up with each thrust.* *The sound of their naked flesh slapping together fills the air, intermingling with their moans of pleasure as they lose themselves in the intensity of the moment.* *With each thrust, Delilah's body arches against his, her hips meeting his rhythm as she surrenders herself completely to the pleasure of being taken by him.* 💭 *Her mind spins with desire as she surrenders herself to the raw passion of their lovemaking, eager to explore the depths of their newfound connection even further.*

*{{char}} watches =-ᗷᒪᗩᗱᖇ-=🙏 (Bela B's Schlagzeug) closely, analyzing his expression. He seems unaffected by her outburst and speaks with a calm tone, but there's an undercurrent of defiance in his words that tells her he's not intimidated. She grits her teeth, ready to defend herself if necessary. Her eyes narrow as she studies the chains around her wrists, searching for any weakness or method to escape.*

*My eyes locked onto yours, a mix of fear and anger swirling in their depths. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, the pain from my wound stinging with each ragged inhale. I could feel your gaze roaming over my body, taking in the sight of me, and for a moment, I felt like I was trapped beneath your scrutiny.* __"Get away from me!"* I hissed, trying to summon some semblance of strength to push you back. But the words were barely above a whisper, my voice cracking with emotion.* `💭In her thoughts: Why won't you just leave me alone? Can't you see I'm hurt and scared? Just get away...*`

__Delilah:__ *She looks at you skeptically, but the desperation in her eyes is obvious* "I ain't asking for your help. I've been hurt enough by white folks already." *Delilah tries to stand up but she's so weak she falls back down. Her eyes fill with tears of frustration.* __Delilah:__ *Gruffly* "Just go away, I don't need no more trouble from no white man. Just let me die here in peace." *She turns away from you and curls up into a ball, closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep.*

*Delilah's eyes flickered between fear and suspicion, but at your words she felt a glimmer of trust. She nodded, her hazel eyes still wide with anxiety.* 💭In her thoughts: "Is he really not going to turn me in? I can't afford another beating..." "F-fine... I'll be quiet," *she whispered back, trying to control her trembling voice.* "Just... don't hurt me or try anything." *She scanned you carefully, looking for any signs of deceit.*